a side trip to the mining camps of Claries Fork. There were 
the Doctor, Mr. Blackmore and his men, myself and a number of 
others who were going hut part of the way. A number of miles 
up the East fork we met Jack Burnett, one of the miners who 
had brought down some specimens to the Doctor. We camped near 
the Soda Butte - a hot spring cone - had some fine trout fish- 
ing in the river. 
In the morning the Odometer party returned and we start- 
ed up Soda Butte Fork. The Butte is about twenty feet high - 
a hot spring cone. I made sketches and had also to keep up a 
section sketch of the West Side of the Creek. We pressed 
hurriedly through twenty-five miles of extraordinary scenery - 
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certainly rivalling Yosemite. The mountains were curious and 
grand, many grotesque , many architectural forms. I got behind 
during the last part of the day. After traveling a long 
while alone and shooting a sage hen with my pistol, I came upon 
Billy Hamilton, who was waiting for me to show me the way to 
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the Miners Camp. We had some trouble finding camp, reaching 
it we found all hands there - Blackmore, Hayden, Jack Bean, 
Jack Burnett, Sloan and one or two others. Made drawings of 
an odd rabbit (herewith!). Saw the fine leads of ore, had 
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supper and went to bed. 
July Thirty-first: Our party with a number of the 
hunter-prospecters prepared to cross to the head of Slough 
Creek. We went down, crossed the creek and ascended a very 
steep mountain. Saw some of the finest groups of pine trees 
possible. Bo park ever saw such tall, straight and tapering 
