It was bound on a visit to the Arrapahoes, a tribe inhabiting the banks of the Nebraska.

They were armed to the best of their scanty means, and some of the Shoshonies had bucklers of buffalo hide, adorned with feathers and leathern fringes, and which have a charmed virtue in their eyes, from having been prepared, with mystic ceremonies, by their conjurers.
In company with this wandering band our travellers proceeded all day.
In the evening they encamped near to each other in a defile of the mountains, on the borders of a stream running north, and falling into Bighorn River.

In the vicinity of the camp, they found gooseberries, strawberries, and currants in great abundance.

The defile bore traces of having been a thoroughfare for countless herds of buffaloes, though not one was to be seen.

The hunters succeeded in killing an elk and several black-tailed deer.
They were now in the bosom of the second Bighorn ridge, with another lofty and snow-crowned mountain full in view to the west.