"The men," says Mr.Hunt in his journal, "find the meat very good, and, indeed, so should I, were it not for the attachment I have to the animal." Early the following day, after proceeding ten miles to the north, they came to two lodges of Shoshonies, who seemed in nearly as great extremity as themselves, having just killed two horses for food.

They had no other provisions excepting the seed of a weed which they gather in great quantities, and pound fine.

It resembles hemp-seed.

Mr.Hunt purchased a bag of it, and also some small pieces of horse flesh, which he began to relish, pronouncing them "fat and tender." From these Indians he received information that several white men had gone down the river, some one side, and a good many on the other; these last he concluded to be Mr.Crooks and his party.

He was thus released from much anxiety about their safety, especially as the Indians spoke about Mr.Crooks having one of his dogs yet, which showed that he and his men had not been reduced to extremity of hunger.
As Mr.Hunt feared that he might be several days in passing through this mountain defile, and run the risk of famine, he encamped in the neighborhood of the Indians, for the purpose of bartering with them for a horse.