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Show 1 82 FORTY YEARS AMONG THE INDIANS. there we could look back and see Heber City, some twenty miles distant. This looked a little trying- to us as our provisions were wasting away very fast. Our dog seemed to understand the situation and rebelled. I had hard work to conquer him. Heretofore we had coaxed him along, but it now became necessary to make him mind as bolognes were getting too scarce to feed him more than his share. We crossed the divide at the head of the West Fork of the Duchesne. The weather was so cold that we were afraid to halt for dinner until we had descended quite a distance from the summit. Once we halted among some dry trees intending to get dinner, but the wind blew so cold that we were forced to swallow a few bits of frozen meat and go on. We naturally expected that the descent would be much easier and more rapid than pulling up the mountain. In this we were mistaken, owing to the wind blowing the light snow from the mountain tops which settled down into the canyon. Much of the time we had to tramp and make road before we could move along. Sometimes the whole bottom was covered with willows, the tops sticking out and holding the snow up so light that we had to cut and tramp them into the snow before we could move our sled along. While passing the narrows, we had to make a dug way for quite a dis-tance, still we pressed forward. Neither could we aban-don our sled or goods, for the sled was our salvation to sleep in. Almost any night we would have perished with cold without our bed- room. The goods we were taking were promised, and the influence I desired to gain with the Indians would greatly depend upon successfully reaching them with the out-fit. When I made them the promise I expected to go out with the agent and take these things with me ; but |