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Journal of Western Travel
by John McTurk Gibson
edited by Weldon Hoppe
June 17th, 1859 -- Luckily the storm didn't come our way. We visited a cave near where we camped, it was not very extensive however, though capable of sheltering a good many, here some fellows had been prospecting, and pencilled fabulous amounts, that they had made, on some of the trees around. We are still clambering among the mountains, the boys brought in three sagehens, nearly as big as wild turkeys and badly wounded a deer which they didn't get. In the afternoon I took a solitary ramble among the mountains, got into the bed of a mountain torrent, where it use to rush and seethe and boil among sheer precipices, where rocks of enormous size were poised on the giddy heights,
"As if an infants touch could urge
Their headlong passage down the verge."
Saw plenty of sign but no game, followed a considerable stream till it lost itself entirely in the sand, then reappeared again about two miles ahead, in the shape of a splendid spring, cool, clear, sparkling and refreshing. We are now camped on a beautiful stream, with a beautiful Indian name, which I cannot remember long enough to get it into my Journal. One of the most expert Indian hunters, and a pretty fair marksman, is now trying our rifles, while several squaws are laying round, trying their best to trade us some "Pinchey."Powell
Travelled eighteen miles. The roads have been solid and hilly. We crossed two small creeks and we are camped by one about three rods wide and twelve inches in depth. The boys killed some sage hens to day, also a deer. It is thundering and looks as if we would get a shower.