The Crossing 
of the 
Mountains— 
The Grizzly 
Bear 
= OB ene 
From Tullick’s Fork we entered upon more open 
country. The western slope of the Rocky Moun- 
tains has no more deep valleys than the eastern, but 
passes inperceptibly into broad plateaus. In the aft- 
ernoon we crossed over a treeless, rather level prairie 
to the Bear River, and encamped there. The 
Bear River rises in the Eastern Mountains, a chain 
toward the south, goes in a semi-circle first north- 
ward, then down northwestwardly and empties into 
the Great Salt Lake (also called Lake Bonneville). 
It is a clear stream, not very wide or deep. Mostly 
willows grow on its banks. My illness was by this 
time pretty well subdued, though I felt very weak for 
some weeks. Several of our company also were 
unwell, the cause for which could probably be found 
in the hot days and cool nights, the drinking of cold 
mountain water, and the eating of dried meat, which 
we had to eat for want of fresh. An emetic or pur- 
gative, promptly administered, usually brought 
speedy relief. 
On the seventh day we went up the right shore of 
the Bear River by a fairly level and open road and 
encamped that evening on its banks. Our night 
camp was at too attractive a place to be merely men- 
tioned; for we were at one of the most remarkable 
spots in the whole mountain country—at the Beer 
Spring, so well known to every mountain traveler. 
