The river this day had resumed its turbulent character, forcing its way through a narrow channel between steep rocks and down violent rapids.

They made twenty miles over a rugged road, gradually approaching a mountain in the northwest, covered with snow, which had been in sight for three days past.
On the 17th they met with several Indians, one of whom had a horse.

Mr.
Hunt was extremely desirous of obtaining it as a pack-horse; for the men, worn down by fatigue and hunger, found the loads of twenty pounds' weight which they had to carry, daily growing heavier and more galling.
The Indians, however, along this river, were never willing to part with their horses, having none to spare.

The owner of the steed in question seemed proof against all temptation; article after article of great value in Indian eyes was offered and refused.

The charms of an old tin-kettle, however, were irresistible, and a bargain was concluded.
A great part of the following morning was consumed in lightening the packages of the men and arranging the load for the horse.