Emigrant Trail to Fort Hall Idaho
June 30th  –  we came up the creek three and one-half miles and crossed it, it was three feet deep; one and
one-half miles to a branch with plenty of timber; five miles farther brought us to the top of the dividing ridge
that divides the waters of the Salt Lake and the waters of the Columbia River. One mile to the foot of the ridge
is a mountain spring twenty steps to the left of the road; we traveled down the spring branch nine miles and
camped. Distance twenty miles. We had tolerable roads today and there is wood and water at any point. When
on top of the dividing ridge we could see the Sierra Nevada mountains before us. None of the cattle died that
were poisoned yesterday. The boys had a quarrel about it this morning and they will burst up when we get to
Fort Hall. Wilson and Henderson are in one wagon.  They left Henderson’s wagon at Green River. The
mosquitoes are the worst I ever saw this evening; good grass. Wild wheat is in full bloom, thick and tall in the
valleys. All are well this evening; had a white frost this morning.

                                      
               July 1850

July 1st  –  we came eight miles to the broad bottoms of Snake River, where we leave the spring branch; came
four miles and nooned without water; seven miles farther over sand to a creek, with a good spring on the west
side of it. Here an Indian met us to pilot us over the deep water to Fort Hall. Snake River is very full, over
flowing its banks, and there are some large sloughs to cross. One mile brought us to two creeks, bad
crossings; one mile farther to a slough sixty yards across and four feet deep. It swam our smallest cattle, but
we landed safely over. Three miles to the bank of Snake River, and one mile down the river to the Fort. We
landed one hour by sun, and one-half mile farther, on the bank of a large bayou that makes around from the
river, we camped. Distance twenty-five and one-half miles. The distance from Fort Laramie to Fort Hall is five
hundred sixty-seven miles. Fort Hall is a British Post, but there were no soldiers here. Two Scotch men and
their families live here, and they have a quantity of stock and are very clever men. The American post is six
miles above Fort Hall on the same river; they call it Camp Adventuring. We did not go there but could see it
from the road. There is some timber along this river. We bought all the milk and butter we could get at the
Fort. The mosquitoes here cannot be beaten in the world.