It was very scarce with us then, We had one pretty cold day, but generally fine weather, and to get along we traveled at night and a party struck the Mojave.

Here there was some grass, and the mustard was beginning to start up and some elder bushes to put forth leaves.

I picked some of the mustard and chewed it to try to get back my natural taste.

Here the party divided, a part going to the left to San Bernardino and the remainder to the right to Cucamunga.

I was with the latter party and we got there before night.
Rhynierson said to one of the party--'Charlie, you had better hurry on ahead and try to get some meat before the crowd comes up.' Charlie went on ahead and we drove along at the regular gait which was not very fast about these times.