88 NOTES TAKEN. 
“We ha’nt got nary milk.” These replies were given with 
a strong nasal ‘twang, totally indescribable. I made out, 
however, at length, to get “a chickens,’ and returned to 
camp with the odd lingo still ringing in my ears. 
July 5th.—Our camp proved very uncomfortable and bare 
of pasture, so as soon as the road was clear, we struck tents 
and made a short march to a fresh and grassy meadow on 
the banks of Elm Fork of Trinity River. 
At the crossing of this stream, we made some very inter- 
esting fossiliferous collections, among the rest a nautilus, 
very large and an entirely new species, — 
During the afternoon, Wagon saddled up and was gone 
about half an hour, when he returned with his first deer, a 
fat doe. 
The stream abounded in fish, among which was a new 
species of cat-fish of a deep jet black, several of which were 
added to our collection. 
Preparatory to our night march, we all indulged in a 
delicious bath in this clear limestone water, and at sunset 
were off, with a thunder-storm rambling in the east, and 
lighted on our way by the prairie on fire in our rear. A 
_ high wind arose just as we started, and the cook’s fire being 
scattered, a fine effect was produced, as the night waxed 
older and the storm-cloud grew blacker—on one side a 
pillar of fire—on the other a pillar of cloud—and the wilder- 
ness between—a striking picture of the sublime, which left 
a deep impression upon us all, 
