Thursday July 7th. How beautiful the sun rises and peeps over the hills to guide and cheer the weary traveler. Ten miles from camp and over a good road we glide almost imperceptibly through the South Pass (of the Rocky Mountains), hardly knew when we were through as it has scarcely any ascent or descent. Three miles farther and we came to the Pacific Springs. No grass here, a very barren country. We followed down the pacific Springs creek some 2 miles and camped and drove our stock about 3 miles to the left toward some very high hills. Tolerable good grass. Sage for fuel.