We gathered big sage brush for a fire in the morning, and the tracks of our nearly bare feet could be plainly seen in the snow which lay like a blanket awhile over the ground, about two inches deep.

Some lay in bed and we warmed blankets before the fire and put over them to keep them comfortable till the sun should rise and warm the air.

We selected an ox and brought him up before the fire where I shot him, and soon there was meat roasting over the fire and blood cooking in the camp kettle.

We had nothing to season the blood pudding with but salt, and it was not very good, but answered to sustain life.

We ate a hasty meal, then packed our animals and started for the willow patch about four miles away.