Painting ─ Historic Fort Hall
July 2nd  –  we started late this morning and came one and one-half miles to the lake we crossed yesterday
evening; it is two and one-half feet deep. One mile to another lake, two miles to Rose’s Fork of Snake River,
which is sixty yards wide and four feet deep here. We turned our wagon over just as we started in, but nothing
was broken or damaged. It swam our cattle for twenty yards, and the water came up to the sideboards on the
wagon beds. Here our sideboards were a great advantage, as we put everything on top of them. If this stream
ran as rapidly as the streams in the mountains, it would have been impossible to have forded it; we all landed
safely. This is the first time I have been wet since I left home. We drove up the hill, stopped and sunned our
things. Started at 2 o’clock, came eight miles to a small creek and camped; good grass, good water and plenty
of sage for wood. Distance twelve and one-half miles. We had good roads today except the water crossing.
Snake River is about one-quarter mile wide. The mosquitoes are so bad that we have to wear our coats and
mittens, and I tied my handkerchief over my face. This is a tolerably warm day, but not so warm as it is in the
states.
July 3rd  –  we came seven miles to the river bottom. As you come down into the bottom, to the right, under
the hill, is a spring. Four miles down the bottom brought us to the bank of the river; two miles down the river
brought us to the falls [American Falls], which are a curiosity. From here we traveled eleven miles and camped
within one-half mile of the river in the bottom, where the road goes through a cliff of rock. Very good grass,
distance twenty-four miles. We traveled down Snake River all day and camped on it. Road tolerably good, but
dusty, got out of the mosquitoes tonight. At noon General —?— and old Thad Sanford overtook us and camped
with us tonight. The Bowling Green company has all split up. We saw no timber on Snake River today except
some scrubby cedars.