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Show FROM MOQUI TO THE COLORADO. 29; several holes, which soon filled. The water was cool, but tasted like a mild infu-sion of Epsom salts. It made coffee, but all the su-gar it would dissolve did not sweeten it perceptibly. Along the cliff, in a north-east direction, every mile or so a section of the lower cliff seemed to leave it and bend back to join the upper one, and down these " benches " we slowly worked our way. When no more than a thou-sand feet above the stream we came upon an abrupt ridge, at least two thousand feet high, putting out to the river and completely shut-ting off the trail in that di-rection. Over this we must go. But first we climbed to a little cave at the foot of the perpendicular cliff, in which we found a " pocket " of cool, clear water. The path turned south- east, and, walking in front of our horses, we again commenced climbing. It was the worst job we had, and defies de-scription. The Navajoes were an hour ahead of me when I reached the sum-mit; but there was only one trail, and that a plain one. The opposite side of this ridge broke into a dozen pointed spurs. Out one, down a slight slope and into ' CLIMBED TO A LITTLE CAVK IN WHICH WE V/ ATJiE.' |