being demanded or received by either Carson or Godey.

It was not for the love of Indian fighting as many may suppose, that
Kit Carson was moved to take part in such expeditions; but, when the
life of a fellow-creature is exposed to Indian barbarities, no living
man is more willing, or more capable of rendering a lasting service
than Christopher Carson. A name that, wherever it is known, is ranked
among the "bravest of the brave."

Soon after the two volunteers came in, Fremont resumed his journey and
continued it without anything transpiring to disturb the equanimity
of the party until they reached a point on the Virgin River where the
Spanish Trail leaves it. It became necessary to change camps here, in
order that the animals might take advantage of better grass. As the
party were enjoying a day's rest, one of the men, a Canadian by birth,
missed his riding mule from the herd. Without informing any of his
friends of his intentions, he started out in quest of the animal. His
absence, at first, was not noticed; but, soon, inquiries were made for
him, and when an unusual length of time had passed without his return,
Fremont became anxious for his safety. He directed Kit Carson to take
three men and go in search of him. On arriving at their last camp,
Kit found a spot where, undoubtedly, the man had fallen from his horse
wounded, as, about the place, there were pools of coagulated blood.
It was now believed that their companion was dead. Kit immediately
ordered the party to search for his body, but they could not find it.
They then followed the trail of the Canadian's horse, which it was
very evident he had caught and mounted before being shot. It led to
where the animal had crossed the river. There, all signs disappeared.
After a faithful search for the trail, Kit returned to camp, and
informed his commander of the result of his day's work. The next