Jacob Hamblin, Mormon apostle to the Indians

"So they moved along as lost as a tiny string of ants in this wide empty landscape, up gravel washes, along jutting red buttes, over land barren of feed and water, to come at late night to a small seep or tiny spring, or to make camp in the dry sand, where horses stood with drooping heads, waterless until morning. Over the Buckskin Mountain they went, through the tall pine and fir forest, back again to the desert floor, and into terrain more broken and formidable, always more vividly colored; cutting along cliffs, skirting precipes, down and down to the valley of the Colorado."