The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-09-28
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horseback to gather up the distribu-

ton.
Our book OF maps was better than
human guide as il told us the general
truth and talked only when we wanted
il to. From our watcrless dinner on
The Sand we got our first sight of the
Zion creek cliffs, to the west, and afar
of 10 the southeast a full rs miles
was The Kaibab plateau stretching from
the Utah Inc along the marble can
yon section OF the Colorado river 70
the Grand Canyon at the south; our
destination.
The stream in Kanab canyon is so
small il cannot keep the broad bottom
of this vast gulch wet all over and
we marveled that such stream, or
any wet weather relative. could have
worn the cash through the sandstone
from 60 to 100 feet deep and 800 feet
wide where the dugwaY led US,
At KaDab D. Il. Woolley gave us
the run Of a five acre buffalo corral
containing one buffalo and a shade tree.
The girls slept in the tent with the
twoy year-old buffalo snilfling around
while Jimmie and I turned our faces
skyward behind rye stack and slept,
Wild Horses Encountered.
Leaving Kanab at noon next day
ahead of the other party going to the
cauvon from here, we arrived at john
son s Run at 4 p, m. Here Miss Young
berg saw wild horse swimming in a
deep water pocket III the otherwise dry
wash. 1t had evidently been pushed
over the rim of the hole by the thirsty
band of horses, q hundred or so Of
which had galloped away from the
water hole ahead Of us.
As we watched it from The ledge. d
dozen feet above, the pony swan about
trcmbliugly and attempting AT times TO
climb out nj a low place on the down
stream side. The following party over
took us here and a long lariat was
quickly dropped over the flIy's head
by "UncleN D. f.. Woolley and five
kicking creature out to the very verge
Of the liberty Of the plains.
A few hundred yards from here is
a reservoir surrounded by dead cattle
and filed with an embalming fluid
which our blue-blooded stable horses
would not drink 1t is 10 miles back
to the VerInillion Cliff rim running
through Kanab, and 1T IS an equal dis
tancc to the scraggy side of the Kai-
bah on ahead of us, so here we camped,
on a desert as broad as the sky and
thrice as dreary.
carried post quarter OF mile
and sank it in the ground with shovel
to tie the team to, while Uncle d. e, IS
outfit hobbled their native animals and
let them roam.
Great dense clouds overhuug tho Kai.
bah and the lightning tongues licked
down from the sky in fearful fashion
and the clouds overhead occasionally
dribbled threateningly upon us as we
lay ourselves down in peace TO sleep.
The storm winds filed our eyes and
mouths with sand and the peppering
rain forced Jimmie and me to put our
heads into the tent. BY the lightning
flashes I could see the team pitifully
buddled at that low post all night long
and the rolling and crashing of the
thunder was as il the Kaibab noun
tain were turning over in its rocky bed
betimes.
And so the morning was a welcome
visitor as it came creeping through the
breaking storm clouds in the east. An
early breakfast. with no wash water,
| and we were of, before seven ahead of
the party, while Mr.. Bowman was rae
ing back on captured pony several
| miles toward Kanab after the rest Of
their herd Of horses; they could run
| in hobbies faster than ours could travel
free