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An Elopement 
at Disaster Falls, outside of occasional signs of Powell’s other 
party, that human beings had ever been in the country. The 
tail-piece at the end of the preface to this volume is a reduc¬ 
tion of a drawing I made of the largest figure, which was about 
four feet high. The river now flowed gently between low banks 
covered in many places with cottonwoods, and it required 
hard labour of a different kind to get the boats along. Signs 
of Utes began to appear, 
and one morning a fine 
fellow, gaily dressed, and 
mounted on a splendid 
horse, rode into camp 
with a “How—how!” 
Farther on we came to 
him again, with his squaw, 
a good-looking young 
woman, very well dress¬ 
ed in a sort of navy blue 
flannel, and wearing nu¬ 
merous ornaments. We 
ferried them across the 
river, and afterwards 
found they were runa¬ 
ways from White River, 
—an elopement in re¬ 
ality. 
After a good deal of 
hard rowing we finally 
reached the mouth of the Uinta. Thompson went up to the 
Agency, about forty miles away, and found that Powell had 
gone out to Salt Lake. When the latter came back to the 
Agency it was to direct Thompson to go on with our party, 
while Powell went out again to see about the ration-supply at 
the mouth of the Dirty Devil. The men sent there had been 
unable to find the place, or, indeed, to get anywhere near it. 
Powell was to meet us again at the foot of Gray Canyon, about 
one hundred and fifty miles farther down. When our supplies 
had been brought from the Agency and all was ready, we 
The Runaways. White River Utes. 
Photograph by E. O. Beaman, U. S. Colo. Riv. Exp. 
