To the Wilderness. 4th October.

En route again. 3d October.

To Deep Creek and halt. 1st and 2d of October, 1860.

To Willow Creek. 30th September.

To Fish Springs. 29th September.

To Tophet. 28th September.

To Meadow Creek. 27th September.

To Ruby Valley.

About the middle of September the time of my departure drew nigh. Judge Flennikin found a change of venue to Carson Valley necessary; Thomas, his son, was to accompany him, and the Territorial marshal, Mr.Grice—a quondam volunteer in the Mexican War—was part of the cortége. Escort and ambulance had been refused; it was imperative to find both. Several proposals were made and rejected. At last an eligible presented himself. Mr.

The End—Hurrah! August 25th.

To-day we are to pass over the Wasach,[1] the last and highest chain of the mountain mass between Fort Bridger and the Great Salt Lake Valley, and—by the aid of St. James of Compostella, who is, I believe, bound over to be the patron of pilgrims in general—to arrive at our destination, New Hierosolyma, or Jerusalem, alias Zion on the tops of the mountains, the future city of Christ, where the Lord is to reign over the Saints, as a temporal king, in power and great glory.