The hunter visited the Fremont camp, and took letters from them to their friends.
Day after day the party thus journeyed on, without encountering anything worthy of special notice.

They had reached the Pawnee country.

These savages were noted horse-thieves.

The route of the surveyors led along the banks of a placid stream, about fifty feet wide and four or five feet deep.

The view up the valley, which was bordered by gracefully undulating hills, was remarkably beautiful.