Harness to be altered, collars too large, saddle to be adjusted - all the harness worse for wear, but nothing serious. Dry myself by the fire, determine to camp out and take the luck of camp life. Conclude to think of going direct to Spotted Tail Agency from Santee. To camp here all night and push on. I appear, quiet follows.
Storm passes about and sun comes out - hope for fair weather.
Must lay in more supplies. Have been unable to buy bread, but found some here, brought here from Sioux City. Saw dug-outs, can't think them healthy or cleanly. Little is so. Black mud everywhere.