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that he might see it. Opposite our camp was a very strik¬ 
ing pinnacle then called Cathedral Butte, but later changed to 
Gunnison. Here we took the boats out and gave them a good 
overhauling, which they badly needed. The descent through 
Desolation and Gray had been nearly six hundred feet. 
Fishing one evening, Hillers thought his hook had caught 
in a snag, but he was greatly surprised after carefully pulling in 
his line, to find on the end of it a sluggish fish four feet long, 
and as large around as a stovepipe. We were to wait here till 
the 3d of September for Powell, but on the 29th of August 
three shots were heard in the valley outside; the Major’s sig¬ 
nal. W. C. Powell and I were sent to investigate. We found 
him, with a companion, on the other bank, opposite the flag 
we had put up. Arriving near our station, a man was sent to 
take their horses down to their camp, about five miles below, 
and they went with us on the boats. Hamblin, the man with 
Powell, was not altogether comfortable in some of the swift 
places. As we cleared the high butte marking the end of Gray 
Canyon, we perceived, stretching away to the westward from it, 
a beautiful line of azure-blue cliffs, wonderfully buttressed and 
carved. At first these were called the Henry Cliffs, but after¬ 
ward Henry was applied to some mountains and the cliffs were 
called Azure. At the camp we found another man, like the 
first aMormon and, as we learned later by intimate acquaintance, 
both of fine quality and sterling merit. The supplies Powell had 
brought were three hundred pounds of flour, some jerked beef, 
and about twenty pounds of sugar, from a town on the Sevier 
called Manti, almost due west of our position about eighty 
mules in an air line. The pack-train having failed to reach the 
mouth of the Dirty Devil, these additional rations were to 
carry us on to the next station, the Crossing of the Fathers; 
but they were not enough. The other man with Hamblin was 
a cousin of the same name, and when they rode away one 
evening as the sun was going down, we were sorry to part with 
them. Their course lay through a wild, desolate country, but 
we learned later that they had no trouble, though the day after 
leaving us they ran upon a large camp of Utes. Fortunately 
the Utes were friendly. 
