It was twenty or thirty miles off, but so clear was the air that we seemed to be almost upon it.
As we were drifting along with a swift current in the afternoon, the day after passing Black's Fork, one of the party saw a deer on an island.

A rifle shot from our boat missed, and the animal dashing into the river swam across and disappeared in the wide valley.

But another was seen.

A landing was made immediately, and while some of the men held the boats ready to pick up a prize, the others beat the island.

I was assigned to man our boat, and as we waited up against the bank under the bushes, we could hear the rifles crack.