park.  They lost two of their boats and several guns in Red Canyon, and Ashley left there a mark to identify the time of his passage.  He wrote his name and the date, 1825, on a large rock above a sharp fall, which was (later, 1869,) named in his honour.  I saw this inscription in 1871 and made a careful copy of it, which is given here.  See also the illustration of Ashley Falls on page 113.  The location of it is just west of C in the words “Red Canon” on the map, page 109.  In the canyon of Lodore, at the foot of Disaster Falls, we found some wreckage in the sand, a bake-oven, tin plates, knives, etc., which Powell first saw in 1869, but these could not have belonged to Ashley’s party, for plainly Ashley did not enter Lodore at all.  It was evidently from some later expedition which probably started from Brown’s Park, in the days of Fort Davy Crockett.

* Wm. Henry Ashley, born in Virginia, 1778; went to Missouri 1802 ; general of militia; elected first governor 1820; went into fur trade 1822 with Andrew Henry; elected to Congress 1831; twice re-elected; continued in office till March 4, 1837.—­Chittenden.

** Life and Adventures of James P. Beckwourth, edited by T. D. Bonner.  Beckwourth was always called “Beckwith” in the mountains, but this was probably only a perversion of the original, though Chittenden seems to think he only assumed the former spelling on publishing his book.

Provo had plenty of horses, and Ashley and his men joined him going out to Salt Lake, where Provo had come from.

The year following Ashley’s attempt to trap Green River was a most eventful one in the history of the Colorado.  Time appeared to be ripe for great journeys.  The Mexicans outside of California were more amiably inclined, and granted privileges to trappers in New Mexico.  Two men who were among the first to push their way into New Mexico were James O. Pattie and his father, and the narrative of their experiences as told by the younger Pattie is one of the most thrilling and interesting books of Western adventure ever published.* They had trapped on the Gila, or “Helay,” as they called it in 1825, and the next year they went back there with a party, trapping the Gila and its tributaries with gratifying success.** Working their way down the Gila, they eventually reached its junction with what they called Red River, the Great Colorado.  Following up the Colorado, probably the first white men to travel here since the time of Garces, they rode through a camp of Coco-Maricopas, who ran frightened away, and the Pattie party, passing them by as if they were mere chaff, camped four miles farther on, where they were visited by about one hundred, “all painted red in token of amity.”  Farther up they entered the Mohave country.  When they met some of the inhabitants they “marched directly through their village, the women and children screaming and hiding themselves in their huts.”  Three miles above, the Patties camped, and a number of the Mohaves soon