Monday 19th. Another fine morning. The hills look quite grand around us. Our road lies over a rolling country. Nine miles from camp is Indian Creek. Some potatoes for sale here by the Indians, also a trading-post kept by a Frenchman. We are now out of all kinds of provisions, except a little dried fruit and what is worse out of money. Harder times than ever now stare us in the face. Nelson offered his American mare for sale, but could get not more than 30 dollars. No flour to be had and they say no more provisions till we get through. Dont know what we will do. Just before we left Indian Creek a man came along and offered 70 dollars for the horse. We sold her, bought some potatoes, and started for the next creek. Just after leaving Indian Creek is a long and steep hill to climb, then level ground to the next creek. Camped here where we found plenty of beef and other good things to feast on, plenty of grass, wood and water.
Sunday 18th. A beautiful morning, warmer than it was yesterday, Des Chutes River 10 miles from camp. Before reaching the river we had a long hill to descend and a worse one to climb after crossing. Reached the river about noon. It is a wide and bad stream to cross. Drove our cattle 1/2 mile up stream and crossed them without any accident, got across and drove out to top of hill and camped. Grass and wood scarce.
Saturday 17th. Over a rough road to-day through a long canyon. When we came out of this we had a fine view of the Cascade Mountains, the snow capped peaks of Mt. Hood and Mt. St. Helens. The highest is Mt. Hood which is 14,400 ft high. It looks quite cool up there. Camped again without wood or water, except what we picked up along the road.
Thursday the 15th. This morning is as cool as a November morning and the cloaks and overcoats are not uncomfortable. Nine miles and we come to the forks of the road and Cedar Spring, the left leading to Rock Creek, the other to John Days River. About 5 miles distant we took the right hand it being the nearest, and reached the river about 3 o’clock, crossed and drove up a long rocky and sandy canyon one and one-half miles long and 1 1/2 miles on the left hand road and camped. The road forks at the top of this canyon the left hand leading to Oregon City over the Cascade Mountains, the right to the Dalles the head of Steamboat Navigation, 46 miles.
Wednesday the 14th. Laid by till noon, bought some flour at 30¢ per pound, met Mr. Ritchie as we started out. He was a native of Jacksonville, Ill. looking for his brother who is about a day behind. He was direct from Oregon City and gave us some valuable information. Drove 12 miles and camped. No water but what we carried, except a fine shower we had during the night.
Tuesday 13th. Got a late start this morning as we had to water our stock one by one again. Arrived at Willow Creek at dark, good spring water and good grass 1 mile down the creek. Drove 20 miles and camped.
Monday 12th. Left quite early this morning to get to Well’s Spring in time to water our stock as water is scarce and first come fares best. Camped at the lower spring which is the best. We find it by taking the right hand road 3 or 4 miles back. Drove 15 miles. It is 18 miles to the upper springs and not much water.
Sunday 11th. Got a late start this morning on account of one of our cattle straying off. Followed the river for six miles then crossed. Here we found the Indian Agency, the first frame house we have seen since we left the States. Here also we left the Umatilla and struck across to Butter Creek 10 miles which we made by sundown and found good grass and water. Drove 16 miles.
Saturday Sept. 10. Drove 15 miles today and camped on the Umatilla again.
Friday 9th. Traveled 7 or 8 miles when we struck the river, down it 8 miles to where the road finally leaves the Umatilla River, where we camped for the night.