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`` I doubt it , '' observed Emma . Soon after that , Grace now feeling fit again , the Overlanders were mounted and on their way , following a narrow trail , dodging overhanging limbs , pausing now and then to consult their map , for they had found that Washington could not be depended upon to guide them . He was useful , but apparently was not overstocked with information about the mountains . It was after seven o'clock that evening before they swung into a valley that , according to the map , narrowed into a cut in the mountains , through which ran a stream of sparkling water fed by equally sparkling mountain rivulets that rippled down to it in silver cascades . The Overland party was still riding under difficulties , for the trail was narrow and , in some instances , overgrown . They were now looking for the stream that the map indicated as being somewhere in the vicinity . `` Here 's water , '' called Lieutenant Wingate , who was in the lead .