Saturday the 11th. Started at 6 o’clock. Presently we passed a train that had stopped to bury one of their company who was accidentally shot while trading with the Indians. Traveled till 5 o’clock. Camped in a beautiful little valley surrounded on all sides by towering cliffs which look as if each was trying to excel the other in nearing the sun. From the mountain side issues a stream of water, clear as crystal and cold as ice. This is a God’s gift to the thirsty emigrant!