To Fort Hall and the Divide
Idaho and Montana Territories
Broke camp and got off about 11 o'clock. Wagons seem overloaded -- Everything full to overflowing. Many of us cut down our baggage. I made a cache of such things as I could best leave and left them with a merchant in Ogden ( Woodmansee) taking receipt for the same.1 We passed on West with train and cavalcade along the great thoroughfare and old overland stage road to California about 9 to 10 miles and made an early camp at the foot of hills near a pond called "cold springs."
Two men ( Steve [Hovey], wagon master, and Dr. Turnbull) were absent in search of the three lost horses. I lent my horse and rode in the ambulance. It was terribly hot and dusty. We passed a camp of Shoshonies or Snake Indians with a herd of ponies. Several of the men followed us and came up with us while we were pitching our tents. They begged for sacks of flour, "Hog meat" they call it. The doctor declined but invited them to remain and have supper with us. They rode off without getting anything. They speak just a little English -- are wild, filthy looking creatures.2
After our supper went out to gather flowers and still later took a fine shower bath under the drip of the Rail Road tank nearby. It was most refreshing and I took the time to change all my underclothes.
Water-tank, Central Pacific Railroad, near Warm Saline Springs____________________