There was a fearful snow storm falling at Owen's Lake on the evening that we arrived there, and we could make no fire.

The Indians gathered around us and we did not know exactly what to make of them, nor could we determine whether their intentions were good or bad.

We examined the lake and determined to try to ford it, and thus set out by the light of the moon that occasionally peeped out from behind the clouds, while the red devils stood howling on the shore.
The following morning we found what was then known as the Fremont Trail, and by the advice of some friendly Indians who came into our camp, we kept the "big trail" for three days and came to Walker's Pass.

While on this trail we were followed at night by a number of wild Indians, but we prudently avoided any collisions with them and kept moving on.

Going on through the pass we followed the right hand branch of the trail, the left hand branch leading more to the south and across a wide plain.