Some of our men shot three deer, and we had fresh meat for a day or two, "jerking" all we could not consume in that time.
There was plenty of game along the river here and for a long distance down, but we were not skilled hunters, nor did we have time to follow game or manoeuvre for it, so our diet was mainly confined to what Andy could produce by his manipulation of the supplies we carried.

The day following the one that gave us the deer, the river became very winding, and a fearful gale blew across it, carrying sand into our eyes and some water into our boats.

In the late afternoon we bore down on a ridge, about one thousand feet high, which extended far in both directions athwart our course.

It was the edge of the Uinta Mountains.

At its very foot the river seemed to stop.