noon
It was nearly noon when we saw them returning in a long lope , and when they came in sight of the herd , Priest waved his hat in the air and gave the long yell . When he explained that there was a herd of cattle on the trail in the rear and to our right , the yell went around the herd , and was reechoed by our wrangler and cook in the rear . The spirits of the outfit instantly rose . We halted the herd and camped for noon , and McCann set out his best in celebrating the occasion . It was the most enjoyable meal we had had in the past ten days . After a good noonday rest , we set out , and having entered the trail during the afternoon , crossed the North Fork late that evening . As we were going into camp , we noticed a horseman coming up the trail , who turned out to be smiling Nat Straw , whom we had left on the Colorado River .