Our regular day's march, although it was hard enough, carried us on an average only ten miles in a straight line, and perhaps fifteen or twenty altogether.
Beyond the place where we slept last night, the country is completely terra incognita, for it was there that Captain Stokes turned back.

We saw in the distance a great smoke, and found the skeleton of a horse, so we knew that Indians were in the neighbourhood.

On the next morning (21st) tracks of a party of horse, and marks left by the trailing of the chuzos, or long spears, were observed on the ground.

It was generally thought that the Indians had reconnoitred us during the night.

Shortly afterwards we came to a spot where, from the fresh footsteps of men, children, and horses, it was evident that the party had crossed the river.
APRIL 22, 1834.
The country remained the same, and was extremely uninteresting.