At this encampment there was no wood for fuel, even the wormwood on which they had frequently depended having disappeared.

For the two last days they had made thirty miles to the northwest.
On the 19th of November, Mr.Hunt was lucky enough to purchase another horse for his own use, giving in exchange a tomahawk, a knife, a fire steel, and some beads and gartering.

In an evil hour, however, he took the advice of the Indians to abandon the river, and follow a road or trail leading into the prairies.

He soon had cause to regret the change.
The road led across a dreary waste, without verdure; and where there was neither fountain, nor pool, nor running stream.

The men now began to experience the torments of thirst, aggravated by their diet of dried fish.