Journal of Western Travel
by John McTurk Gibson
edited by Weldon Hoppe
June 6th, 1859 -- We struck across this morning for the North Platte, by the way of Ash-Hollow, distance 18 miles. Killed the fawn of an antelope, and scared another half to death in the forenoon. Powell and I tried our hand again in the afternoon, sneaked up about two miles on an Indian grave, supposing it to be an antelope. Got caught in a most pitiless pitting hailstorm, as big as marbles, how they did sting through the thin shirt-sleeves, it latterly rained worse than it hailed, till we were both soaking wet, chilly and chafed up before we reached the camp. We passed something like what the Alps must have been in Napoleons time, coming almost perpendicularly down into Ash-Hollow. We now have mail stations regularly, every one keep store and sells liquor at 25c a drink.
Travelled twenty three miles. We came from South to North Platt. Gibson and I were hunting. We got caught in a hail storm. We are as wet as water can make us, beat in with hail. We are camped just above Ash hollow. There is a good spring one mile up the hollow. There are two trading posts here and an Indian village.
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