The weather was fine, the valleys literally covered with buffaloe, and everything seemed to promise a safe and speedy movement to the first grove of timber on my route, supposed to be about ten days' march.

These mountains appear to be almost entirely composed of stratas of rock of various colours (mostly red) and are partially covered with a dwarfish growth of pine and cedar, which are the only species of timber to be seen.

The only very rugged part of the route is in crossing the Big Horn mountain, which is about 30 miles wide.

Many of their lodges remained as perfect as when occupied. They were made of poles two or three inches in diameter, set up in circular form, and covered with cedar bark.

I make sure everything's covered to make sure everybody's safe.

The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first: The odds for high and low's alike