Monthly Archives: September 2020

Thursday, 30th. Our course today was about due north, 18 miles. It was more like northwest, but Bidwell’s entry betrays his anxiety. They want to go west, they were told the river ran west, why are they headed north? They … Continue reading →

Tuesday, 28th. Traveled about 20 miles. Several Indians came to our camp this evening–-no timber excepting willows, grass plenty. They have a river to follow, but it is not the kind of river they wish they had. The Humboldt slowly … Continue reading →

Saturday, 25th. The creek became perfectly dry and its banks rose to high perpendicular precipices, so that there was no other road than the dry bed of the stream. Having come about 15 miles, we encamped in a place affording … Continue reading →

Friday, 24th. As we descended the stream, it rapidly increased in size, and proved to be a branch of a larger stream. The country was desolate and barren, excepting immediately on the streams, where grew a few willows and cottonwoods; … Continue reading →

Thursday, 23rd. We could see no termination to the valley, not any signs of Mary’s river. We therefore concluded that we were too far south, and passed over the mountains to the north, where we struck a small stream running … Continue reading →

Wednesday, 22nd.  This morning 80 or 90 Indians were seen coming full speed from the W. Many had horses–one was sent about a half a mile in advance from the rest-–so we ought also to have done, but Capt. B. … Continue reading →

Tuesday, 21st. Hunters returned; many antelope were seen and 2 or 3 killed. About 10 o’clock A.M. as we were coasting along the mountains in a W. direction, we came to some hot springs, which were to me a great … Continue reading →