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as it emerges from the hills, thence curving North, No. East, East, and round past us here. After crossing this we turned our course from West to No. West, and after six miles over high bare, dog town, gypsum prairie struck "Stinking Creek." You can smell the sulphur some distance before reaching the water. The stream is evidently from unfailing springs which at the most remote points are sweet, (we crossed some of the spring branches in that Valley, June 30th) but become so strongly by impregnated with