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mezquit and an occasional live-oak. The grass good. 
Passed Dove Creek, a small stream filled with rushes ; 
and a ride of four miles further over a similar country 
to that before described, brought us to Good Spring 
Creek, a stream of clear cold water. It was yet but 
one o’clock ; but as the grass was unusually fine, with 
wood and water in abundance, I determined to rest 
the remainder of the day. 
Our course to-day had been due west towards the 
Green Mounds, the land-marks alluded to by. Judge 
Ankrim, the sight of which we all hailed with pleasure, 
as they satisfied us that we were in the right track. 
To the north we had seen the twin mountains, standing 
far and alone in the prairie, which are laid down on 
the map. The stream looked so inviting, that the 
fishing tackle was got out, and some twenty-five black 
bass and catfish taken. These were divided among the 
messes, and made an acceptable meal. A few ducks 
and quails were also shot here. 
An hour or two after we encamped, Chipota returned 
with Chiquita, another chief, and several others of his 
band. This was a man of some consequence too, as he 
gave us to understand ; and such was proved to be the 
fact by the certificates he presented “ defining his 
position,” which requested kind treatment from all 
Americans. He was about the age of Chipota, and 
similarly dressed. With them were three others, one 
a remarkably fine-looking young man, of athletic form, 
which he took pride in displaying. He wore no gar- 
ment but a breech-cloth and a necklace of bone, and was 
decorated with a few patches of vermilion. At first 
he strutted around the camp, with an evident design 
