On ascending the hill above us, there was but one feature to gaze upon--the lake still stretching away, not only in undiminished, but evidently increasing size, towards the west and north-west.

Several lateral channels were thrown out from the parent bed at various distances, some broad and some narrow.

A line of ridges, with one hill much more prominent than any I had seen about this country, appeared close down upon the shores of the lake; it bore from the hill I stood upon south 68 degrees west, and was about twenty miles off.

A long broad salt arm, however, ran up at the back of it between it and me, but just opposite there appeared a narrow place that I thought we might cross to reach it.
The ridge I was on was red granite, but there was neither creek nor rock-hole about it.

We now departed for the high hill westward, crossing a very boggy salt channel with great difficulty, at five miles; in five more we came to the arm.