This occurred west of Alkali Station:

Yesterday and to-day we have been in a line of Indian "removes.” The wild people were shifting their quarters for grass; when it becomes a little colder they will seek some winter abode on the banks of a stream which supplies fuel and where they can find meat, so that with warmth and food, song and chat-they are fond of talking nonsense as African negroes—and smoke and sleep, they can while away the dull and dreary winter. Before describing the scene, which might almost serve for a picture of Bedouin or gipsy life—so similar are the customs of all sayages -I have something to say about the Red Man.

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See To the Forks of the Platte. 11th August. In The City of the Saints