They brought a large mail, a portion of it the same we had tried to stop at Salt Lake, and have returned to us at the Gate of Lodore, and they reported that the Major had gone out to Salt Lake.

We built up a good fire, and by its light everyone was quickly lost in letters from home.
The next morning we got the _Dean_ out of the bushes where she had been well hidden, and moved across the river with the whole outfit, to a place in front of a half-finished log cabin called Fort Robideau, after the trapper of that name, who years before had roamed this country.

A road crossing here from Golden to Provo, 413 miles long, was laid out in 1861 by Berthoud and Bridger for the Overland Stage Company, but the Civil War and the building of the Union Pacific had prevented its realisation.[11] The cabin had no windows or doors, but for summer that was not a defect.

The mud roof was intact, and we used the cabin for headquarters, though we preferred to sleep out on the ground.

Back of the building a wide level plain spread away and deer and antelope ranged there in large numbers.