Followed that over another hill and down through a canyon onto a long, level stretch of sage brush plain for some 15 miles to the Bear River flats. Stopped on the bank of a fine running stream, unpacked and took saddles from riding horses for a rest. Laid over about two hours and had lunch in the meantime. Continuing, we rode on down the valley, following a blind Indian trail, to the fisherman's camp, arriving there at sunset. Page Image for catching fish as they run up the river.
Trout are abundant and some of quite large size.
Of course, fish was the largest part of supper. Sat around the little camp fire until near midnight spinning yarns. Indian Bill told, at some length, the story of his life. Has no recollection as to where he came from. First memory is of living among Indians at Ft.