to do is to throw the meat away. A bird that feeds 
on this plant, the so-called sage cock or cock of the 
plains (Tetrao Uriphasianus), has precisely the same 
taste. The bird is somewhat larger than a prairie 
chicken, to which its resemblance is closest, and re- 
tains the repellant bitter taste of this plant in what- 
ever way it be prepared for eating. 
Our fourth night camp was our first on the North 
Platte since leaving Laramie. The river here was 
not very broad. Several of us bathed, but the water 
was so swift that, though we were all good swim- 
mers, we could scarcely reach the opposite shore. 
The next day we traveled along the river over steep 
hills, with little grass or wood. Toward noon, just 
as we were about to set up our camp, I saw that ter- 
ror of hunters, the grizzly bear. It was a splendid 
animal, but it ran away at full speed, and our horses 
were too tired to make chase. We camped that night 
again by the river on dirty loamy ground. The next 
morning we were not a little surprised to see oppo- 
Site us, across the river, a dozen Indians, who had 
camped there all night. They swam across. They 
were Shiennes, who gave us to understand that they 
were on a horse-stealing foray against the Crows. 
They themselves were afoot, as is customary with 
Indians on such raids, and we had not the least 
reason to doubt their statements. Nevertheless we 
were keenly on guard to prevent any chance mistake 
of our horses for those of the Crows. For two 
more days we went along the river. Although we 
Journey over 
