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.

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.

Captain Clarke who had gone out yesterday with eighteen men to bring in the meat we had killed the day before, and to continue the hunt, came in at twelve o'clock.

Caught one a live by poreing a great quantity of Water in his hole.

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

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