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Show 168 MOVING CAMP- SEARCH FOR WATER. miles, until the water was deep enough to float her, and in two hours found ourselves once more in camp, where Captain Stansbury anxiously awaited us with dry clothes and a hot breakfast to'refresh us after our night's adventure." Strange to say, no very serious consequences followed this night of severe exposure. Preparations were now made for removing the camp to the southward. The " Sally," although empty, was found to be nearly high and dry from the effects of last night's norther; and it took all our disposable force to shove her out some half mile into water deep enough to float her. The baggage was then carried out to the skiff, which was hauled and pushed out to the larger boat, then lying nearly two miles off. The water was very cold, and the chilling wind swept down from the Wahsatch Mountains, which were in many places covered with snow nearly to their base. We coasted along the promontory, as near to the shore as the depth of the water would permit, which was generally within a mile or more, until the afternoon, when we again grounded on an extensive shoal, and were occupied a couple of hours in dragging the boat over it. A small party, in the mean time, waded to the main shore to search for fresh water, evidences of which had been discovered from the boats. After several ineffectual attempts to land, we bore away for Fremont's Island, which we reached about nine o'clock, enlightened by the rays of a young moon. A large fire from drift- wood soon illumined the beach and rocky cliffs. Fried bacon, hard bread, and a single gallon of coffee constituted our supper, no water having been procured during the day, and our supply having been reduced to that quantity. The men being very tired with rowing and wading in the cold wind and water since sunrise, only a single tent was pitched, which was assigned to Lieutenant Gunnison, who had had quite enough of " lying- out" the night previous, and was somewhat unwell in consequence. The rest of us made a spacious and airy bedchamber of the open canopy of Keaven. The wind freshened during the night, and rolled in a heavy sea upon the rock- bound shore; and the roar of the waves, as they dashed against it, reverberated among the cliffs like thunder, reminding some of us of scenes far, far away, where more mighty billows paid their unceasing tribute to the strand. Thursday) April 18.- There not being a drop of water in camp, we got under way without breakfast, and made for a cove just east of the southern extremity of the promontory, where appear- |