The prairie between the Blue and the Platte Rivers is beautiful beyond description.

Never have I seen so varied a country, so suitable for cultivation.

Everything is new and pleasing; the Indians frequently come to see us, and the chiefs of a tribe breakfasted at our tent this morning.

All are so friendly that I can not help feeling sympathy and friendship for them.

But on one sheet what can I say?
"Since we have been on the Platte, we have had the river on one side and the ever varying mounds on the other, and have traveled through the bottom lands from one to two miles wide, with little or no timber.
The soil is sandy, and last year, on account of the dry season, the emigrants found grass here scarce.