The dried cakes were as black as coal and intended for winter use.
These roots before roasting were unfit for food, as they contained a sort of acrid juice that would make the tongue smart and very sore but there was a very good rich taste when cooked.

The woman pointed to our horses and said "Walker", so we knew they were aware that we got them of him, and might have taken us for horse thieves for aught I know.

As it was not yet night when we came to the camp, we passed on and camped on a clear mountain brook where grew some pine trees.

After a little some of the Indians belonging to the camp we had passed came in, bringing some venison, for which we traded by giving them some needles and a few other trinkets.

I beat these fellows shooting at a mark, and then they wanted to trade guns, which I declined.