They were too far off. We camped where the Oatman Flat station formerly was. Arrived here about 7 A.M. Lt. Crandall came in shortly after the teams. He saw a drove of about 40 antelope, shot one.
Game here is very, very plenty.
After 5 miles we struck the river, had a good drink and filled our canteens again. From here to camp the quail astonished me. They rose in flocks. The air was black with them and their whirr like a rolling thunder. How I wished for a shotgun.