National Geographic : 1970 Jan
were not bad words enough in the language to express properly their contempt and bad opinion of such a country as this...." In the mounting panic, many yielded to a philosophy of every man for himself, but not Manly and his friend John Rogers. To save their small party, which included women and children, the two undertook to push west to civilization, return with food, and then guide all to safety. Ox Meat-and a Piece of Ice Leaving their friends camped by a trickle of spring under 11,049-foot Telescope Peak, the two young men set out on an epic trial of endurance. Their mouths became so parched that they could not swallow the dried ox meat they carried. "It seemed as if we were going to die with plenty of food in our hand," Manly wrote, "because we could not eat it." Too thirsty to sleep, they struggled on through the night, wrestling with fear, and at dawn came upon a piece of ice, "not thicker than a win dow glass." It was enough to save them. They trudged on, at length crossing the Mojave Desert to populated coastal country. Hastening back with food, they passed the bodies of three less fortunate stragglers, and hopes for their friends sank. Their first sight of the camp stirred despair, for nothing moved about the wagons. Then a head appeared, and a shout went up, "The boys have come! The boys have come!" Soon the two young rescuers were surrounded by gaunt men and women and children. Tears of joy streaked worn faces; hearts were too full for speech. Manly counseled abandoning the wagons and all possible gear for the 250-mile march to safety. One woman donned her best finery rather than leave it, and dressed her little Convulsed by earthquakes and clawed by desert cloudbursts, Golden Canyon glows sulphur yellow in the afternoon sun. Girl Scouts pause for a geology lesson: Death Val ley exhibits evidence of virtually every major geologic era in two billion years. But the valley itself results from faulting that oc curred a mere couple of million years ago. Like abandoned teepees, charcoal kilns await fires that will never burn again. To produce fuel for smelters, mine owners hired Shoshone Indians to stoke these 30-foot high ovens, built in upper Wildrose Canyon in the 1870's by Chinese laborers.