… continued from yesterday …

“About twelve o’clock I came to a road that ran at angles. To the right is Fort Bridges, nine miles, and to my left is Bridges station, one mile. Here I stopped, fed my cattle on grain, no hay or grass, [and fed] myself on bread, milk, butter, cheese, and salmon, a very good dinner. I had just finished my dinner when the three teams I had left at the river came up. I asked, ‘What luck crossing the river?’ ‘We came across as you did, but got badly wet. It was much deeper than we supposed; our wagon was under water. It has made work for us; we will not cross another creek as we did that. It is taking too many chances and won’t pay. We shall have to overhaul our trunks and dry our clothing.’

“Leaving them at dinner I went on and about six o’clock these teams overtook me. They passed me but soon after went into camp, and I camped with them; no grass or hay, feeding our cattle wholly on grain. I gathered some sage brush for fuel, making a fire, got some coffee and ate my supper. If you asked what it consisted of, I would say hot coffee, cold salmon, boiled eggs, butter, cheese, milk, and crackers for bread. My neighbors having gone through the same routine, they overhauled their trunks, taking out their clothing and got ready for a dry-out. I have a box which is watertight that contains my clothing, sugar, tea, coffee, and other things that water affects. On the top of this box are my blankets, covered with a rubber blanket.

“At half-past eight, it was time to make up my bed, so I made fast my cattle to their several posts, made up my bed and laid down for a good night’s rest.”