We stayed till the men came in with their cattle towards night, and Bennett was glad enough to see me, I assure you.

We had a good substantial supper and then sat around the campfire nearly all night telling of our experience since leaving Wisconsin.

I had missed Bennett at the Missouri River.

I knew of no place where people crossed the river except Council Bluff, here I had searched faithfully, finding no trace of him, but it seems they had crossed farther up at a place called Kanesville, a Mormon crossing, and followed up the Platte river on the north side.

Their only bad luck had been to lose a fine black horse, which was staked out, and when a herd of buffaloes came along he broke his rope and followed after them.