Arriving at Fort Davy Crockett, in Brown's Park, he describes it as "a hollow square of one-storey log cabins, with roofs and floor of mud.

Around these we found the conical skin lodges of the squaws of the white trappers who were away on their fall hunt, and also the lodges of a few Snake Indians who had preceded their tribe to this their winter haunt.

Here also were the lodges of Mr.
Robinson, a trader, who usually stations himself here to traffic with the Indians and white trappers.

His skin lodge was his warehouse, and buffalo robes spread on the ground his counter, on which he displayed his butcher knives, hatchets, powder, lead, fish-hooks, and whiskey.
In exchange for these articles he received beaver skins from trappers, money from travellers, and horses from the Indians.

Thus, as one would believe, Mr.Robinson drives a very snug little business.