CHAPTER,» TEN 
JOURNEY ALONG THE SWEET 
WATERS—THE WIND 
RIVER MOUNTAINS 
E WENT furtherup the left bank ofthe 
W North Platte, about fifteen miles. The 
road led over sandy rolling country. 
From one hill we enjoyed a magnifi- 
cent wide prospect. Southwestwardly, 
on our left, are stretched out the Platte 
Mountains, out of which the river here comes forth, 
and toward the northwest, at a distance of about one 
hundred miles, a foggy streak, in which our older 
traveling companions recognized the snow peaks of 
the Big Horn Mountains. In the vicinity live the 
Crows, a treacherous hostile Indian tribe, equally pro- 
ficient in stealing and scalping. They often rove 
through the country along the Platte and the Sweet 
Waters, which are considered by the Indians as a 
common war ground. The ground over which we 
went this day was highly permeated with salts. We 
had seen this on several occasions before, near the 
