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lowed the streamlet to its mouth. We had warm 
days, and suffered so much from mosquitoes at night, 
that we often could not get one hour’s rest. 
On August 15th, we crossed the Green River, 
which winds its way among precipitous mountains, 
and at this point can still be easily forded, going 
slantingly down stream for two more days. The 
road was generally steep, and led through forests of 
pine and cedar. The river valley at first was narrow, 
but widened further on. The geological formation 
was still the primitive. On August 17th we reached 
Fort Crocket. It is situated close by the Green River 
on its left bank. The river valley here is broad, and 
has good pasturage and sufficient wood. The fort 
itself is the worst thing of the kind that we have seen 
on our journey. It is a low one-story building, con- 
structed of wood and clay, with three connecting 
wings, and no enclosure. Instead of cows the fort 
had only some goats. In short, the whole establish- 
ment appeared somewhat poverty-stricken, for which 
reason it is also known to the trappers by the name 
of Fort Misery (Fort de Misere). The fort belongs 
to three Americans: Thompson, Gray and Sinclair. 
The latter was at the fort, and received us very kindly 
but regretted his inability to offer us any supplies. 
For our store of meat was exhausted, and we had 
hoped to supply ourselves here with new provisions. 
But the people at the fort seemed to be worse off than 
we were. The day before they had bought a lean 
dog from the Indians for five dollars, and considered 
The Journey 
from Beer 
Spring to 
Fort Crocket 
