202 



Harmon's journal. 



ly ; and finally we had scarcely any thing to eat. 

 I am happy, therefore, to find myself at a place 

 where I can enjoy a little repose, after such an 

 unpleasant jaunt. 



Tuesday, 21. This afternoon, the ice in this 

 lake broke up. Musquetoes begin to come about ; 

 and troublesome companions they are in the wil- 

 derness. 



Wednesday, "22. As the frost is now out of 

 the ground, we have planted our potatoes, and 

 sowed barley, turnips. &c. which are the first that 

 we ever sowed, on this west side of the mountain. 

 — We now take trout in this lake, with set hooks 

 and lines, in considerable numbers ; but they are 

 not of a good kind. — It is, perhaps, a little remark- 

 able, that pike or pickerel have never been found 

 in any of the lakes and rivers, on the west side of 

 the Rocky Mountain. 



Tuesday, June 11. Three Indians have arriv- 

 ed from Sy-cus, a village, lying about one hundred 

 and thirty miles down this river, who say, that if 

 is reported by others, from farther down, that 

 there is a very extraordinary and powerful being 

 on his way here, from the sea, who, when he ar- 

 rives, will transform me into a stone, as well as 

 perform many other miraculous deeds ; and the 

 simple and credulous Natives fully believe this re- 

 port 



