In the morning I concluded to go to the summit of that pass and with my glass have an extensive view.

Two other boys started with me, and as we moved along the snow line we saw tracks of our runaway Indian in the snow, passing over a low ridge.

As we went on up hill our boys began to fall behind, and long before night I could see nothing of them.

The ground was quite soft, and I saw many tracks of Indians which put me on my guard.

I reached the summit and as the shade of its mountain began to make it a little dark, I built a fire of sage brush, ate my grub, and when it was fairly dark, renewed the fire and passed on a mile, where in a small ravine with banks two feet high I lay down sheltered from the wind and slept till morning.