oa mack nag 
Sprit singe 
Fort Srdctat 
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of looking on their Indian wives as chattels, not per- 
sons; and the squaws themselves seem to desire no 
other position. On the second day we started to- 
gether, and crossed the Thulick Fork, a streamlet 
flowing into the Bear River from the north. Under 
way we met a band of Snake Indians. The first who 
saw us, took to flight before us, but when we had 
convinced them that we were friendly disposed, they 
came in crowds to our noonday camp. The Snakes 
are a peaceable tribe. Their country is not rich in 
game, so they gather in the fall divers roots and ber- 
ries for the winter. They had lighted the fires which 
we had seen these last days, but only to call their peo- 
ple together for a great hunting party. The Snakes 
had five horses with them. A race of several miles 
for a wager was immediately arranged between one 
of their horses and an American horse. The latter 
won. In the afternoon, making a rather steep ascent, 
which afforded us a view of Little Snake Lake, lying 
to the south, we went along the Bear River on which 
we camped at night near the mouth of Thomas Fork. 
The third day we stopped at noon at Smith’s Fork, 
emptying into the Bear River from the northeast. 
Near by, there was a rock from which the Blackfeet 
several years ago had shot into Bonneville’s camp, 
killing, however, only a mule. Smith’s Fork was the 
first stream coming from the western mountain slope 
which we had touched on our former passage through 
the mountains. From here on we took a direction 
differing from that of our former trip. Instead of 
