aspen,--for the frost comes early enough to catch the sap in
the leaves; little openings, or parks with no trees, are
tinted a beautiful soft gray; 'brownstone fronts' are found
in the canyon walls; and a very light green in the
willow-leafed cottonwoods at the river's edge, and in all
side canyons where there is a running stream. The river
glistens in the sunlight, as it winds around the base of the
wall on which we stand, and then disappears around a bend in
the canyon. Turn where we will, we see no sign of an
opening, nothing but the rounded tops of wooded mountains,
red and green, far as the eye can reach, until they
disappear in the hazy blue. Finally Emery's keen eyes, aided
by the binoculars, discover a log cabin at the foot of a
mountain, on the plateau opposite us about three miles
away."

"We hurry back to camp and write some letters; then Jim and
I cross the river and climb out over the rocky walls to the
plateau above. In two hours we reach the cabin. It is
new--not yet finished. A woman and four children are looking
over a garden when we arrive. They are a little frightened
at first, but soon recover. The woman gladly promises to
take out our mail when they go to the nearest town, which
happens to be Vernal, Utah, forty-five miles away. Three
other families live near by, all recently moved in from
Vernal. The woman tells us that Galloway hunts bear in these
timbered mountains, and has killed some with a price on
their heads--bear with a perverted taste for fresh beef."[3]

"Thanking the woman, we make our way back to the river. We