yards to the right of the road, is a good spring; four miles farther across a rise of ground to the head of a
narrow valley is a good spring. Two miles down the valley we took over a rise of ground, leaving the valley to
the left and came five miles. Here the road forks, take the left. Three miles to the valley we just left, one mile
down the valley is a good spring at the edge of the road, and good grass; here we camped at dark. Distance
twenty-six miles. Roads today were good, but very dusty, and disagreeable driving. Grass has been very good.
Dead horses and mules are as plentiful here as dead steers were on the river. All are well and in fine spirits.
July 12th – we started this morning at five o’clock and came one mile down the valley, and the other road
came into ours. Here the road leaves the valley and turns to the right over a rise of ground. Eight and one-half
miles and we came to the East Fork of Humboldt or Mary’s River. Nine miles farther we came to the North Fork
of Mary’s River, and crossed it and two sloughs, very bad crossing. We came two miles down the sloughs under
the hill and camped. We had to cross our cattle over the slough to get grass, and it was very miry and
dangerous to cross. Good grass tonight and has been all day, and the best of roads. Distance twenty and one-
half miles. It is two hundred twenty-two miles from Fort Hall to Mary’s River. Grass is good here and in any
quantity. The bottom is from two to five miles wide, the best of roads and the dust shoe-mouth deep. There is
no timber on this river, but plenty of sage brush and willows for wood. A horse was stolen today at noon by two
Indians and they were not caught.
July 13th – we traveled down the river all day and never crossed a slough; a better road a wagon never ran
over. The best of grass, but hard to get to, on account of the sloughs that run all over the bottom. It was very
dusty; distance twenty miles. This has been the warmest day we have had; I had to take out my handkerchief
and wipe off the sweat for the first time this summer. We passed a grave today. The man was shot with an
arrow, while on guard, by an Indian. He lived two days after he was shot. We are all well tonight.
July 14th – we came one-half mile and crossed a large creek, just before the junction with Mary’s River. Here
the river runs through the mountains. We traveled ten and one-half miles over hills and valleys and stopped for
noon on the bank of the river. We came on eleven miles down the bottom to a camp; had no grass except wild
wheat. The sloughs are so miry that we could not get near the river. Distance twenty-three miles. Mary’s River
at this point is fifty yards wide and ten feet deep. All are well.