Their heads came down with a sudden curve to the mouth, and their bodies tapered off to a very small circumference just before the tail spread out.

They were good to eat, and formed a welcome addition to our larder.

We were all eager for something fresh, and when we saw a couple of deer run across the bluffs just before we reached our fourth camp, our hopes of venison were roused to a high degree.

Camp number four was opposite the mouth of Black's Fork at an altitude above sea level of 5940 feet, a descent of 135 feet from the railway bridge.
After this the channel was steadier and the water deeper, Black's Fork being one of the largest tributaries of the upper river.

We now came in view of the snowy line of the Uinta Range stretching east and west across our route and adding a beautiful alpine note to the wide barren array of cliffs and buttes.