In the morning we held another consultation and decided to turn west here, and leave the track we had been following.
Off we turned at nearly right angles to our former course, to the west now, over a piece of table land that gave us little trouble in breaking our own road.

When we camped, the oxen seemed very fond of a white weed that was very plenty, and some borrowed a good deal of trouble thinking that perhaps it might be poison.

I learned afterwards that this plant was the nutritious white sage, which cattle eat freely, with good results.

We now crossed a low range and a small creek running south, and here were also some springs.

Some corn had been grown here by the Indians.