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FheJourney five men. On August gth, we left Smith’s Fork and 
Fort Grecket Went still up the Bear River, though at some distance 
rom it, over sandy, rather level ground, to the 
Muddy, which empties into the Bear River. Here 
we finally left the Bear River and went southeast- 
wardly toward Black Fork, which has its source in 
_ the Eutaw Mountains and flows toward the Green 
River. The snow peaks of the Eutaw Mountains 
were on our right. They are not so imposing as those 
of the Wind River Mountains. The grass in this re- 
gion as a rule was very poor, the game very scarce. 
We had not yet seen buffalo on our return trip, and 
the few antelopes we came across were usually wild. 
But our leader was fortunate enough to kill one of 
them on the way to the Black Fork. The nearer we 
got to Black Fork the more uninteresting we found 
the country. The ground was a loamy sand. Only 
cedar groves throve here in which black-tailed deer 
occur singly. This species is as large as the Euro- 
pean deer, with long ears and a black point at the 
tail. But we did not get a shot at any of them. The 
Black Fork itself is a clear rushing brook, overgrown 
with cottonwood, willows and wild currants. Our 
animals found also splendid grass. From here the 
country becomes more hilly. Many steep, conical, 
naked sand hills alternated now and then with little 
cedar groves. From there we reached Henry’s Fork, 
a small stream flowing into the Green River south of 
the Black Fork. On the shores grew pine, cotton- 
wood and willows. The grass was good. We fol- 
