August 10, 1853

Wednesday the 10th. A few Indians about our camp this morning trading moccasins etc. for shirts, powder and balls. Drove 13 miles without water, came to another creek, where we camped again. Oh! we are getting so tired of this business. Found very good grass. The Indians are very hostile in this vicinity. Emigrants should be always on their guard, a man was killed here a few days ago in the act of drinking out of the branch when an Indian shot an arrow through his heart. He left a wife and two little children to mourn his loss here on the dreary plains. It is not safe for any person to leave camp alone for they lay in ambush and watch their opportunity, and as their weapons make no report they only wait for one to get out of sight of camp and they are sure of him for they seldom miss their mark.

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