The area between Black's Fork and the Green was strewn with beautiful moss-agates.

I longed to secure a quantity, but this was out of the question.

Geese and ducks floated on the water around us, but with our rifles it was difficult to get any.

There was not a shot-gun in the party.

We soon came in sight of the superb snow-covered Uinta range, extending east and west across the land, and apparently an effectual barrier to any progress of the river in that direction, but every day we drew nearer to it.