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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.