Without any delay they pushed on towards the west, their object being to enter the valley of the Sacramento river, where they had been told that beavers could be found in great abundance.

They expected to reach the banks of this now renowned, but then scarcely known river, after a few days' journey in a northeast direction.

They were now in a delightful region.

The climate was charming.

Brooks of crystal water, and well filled with fishes, often crossed their path.