June 12, 1853

Sunday, June 12th. The sun arose in splendor this morning, peeping over the hill-tops on one side and casting its glittering rays on the sparkling dew-drops on the other. What splendid scenery is here to cheer the weary emigrant. The cattle were all gone this morning. All hands except one turned out to hunt them and found them about 4 miles from camp. Started at 7:30 o’clock. As we reached the summit of this hill, we had a fine view of Laramie Peak covered with snow. This is about 100 miles distant from camp. It is the highest peak among the Black Hills. Came 16 miles. Good roads and plenty of feed. Good water is scarce.

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