The nights were suffocating, and it was almost impossible to sleep, from the swarms of mosquitoes.
On the 20th of August they resumed their march, keeping along the prairie parallel to Snake River.

The day was sultry, and some of the party, being parched with thirst, left the line of march, and scrambled down the bank of the river to drink.

The bank was overhung with willows, beneath which, to their surprise, they beheld a man fishing.

No sooner did he see them, than he uttered an exclamation of joy.

It proved to be John Hoback, one of their lost comrades.