The musquetos continue to infest us in such manner that we can scarcely exist. My dog even howls with the torture he experiences.

I am no coward; but I am so strong, so hard to die.

As we passed on, it seemed those scenes of visionary enchantment would never have an end.

We were also fortunate enough to engage in our service a Canadian Frenchmen, who had been with the Chayenne Indians on the Black mountains, and last summer descended thence by the Little Missouri.

As I have always held it a crime to anticipate evils, I will believe it a good comfortable road until I am compelled to believe differently.

Great numbers of the Indians pass our camp on their hunting excursions: the day was clear and pleasant, but last night was very cold and there was a white frost.

The day cold and fair with a high easterly wind: we were visited by two Indians who gave us an account of the country and people near the Rocky mountains where they had been.