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11 went at it with a will. It was very easy to get down but we stuck fast in the middle and the horses could not budg another inch Joe and myself were standing on the feed box and in getting down to help the horses Joe caught his foot in a rope and dove head first into the stream the water was cold as ice and the morning frosty but there was no pity for him but all had a harty laugh at his expense. I was more fortunate and jumped in without getting any wet the water not being deep and we all wore long miners boots by dint of hard pulling and pushing we succeeded in getting out of the ugly hole but had the same operation to repeat to bring across the other wagon. Once more on the road the aspect of the country was slightly undulating the grass so fine and green it was really a charming sight the boundless prairie far as the eye could reach in every direction I cannot compare it to anything but the ocean. We journeyed on pleasantly without incident of any kind, the weather now was getting pretty warm it was now uncomfortably so there was a high wind blowing the dust rose in clouds and almost blinded us to add to our troubles we met no water during the days travel so that horses and men were almost exhausted. We traveled thirty mile and camped on the Big Sandy river for the night this stream is precilely like the big Blue river only is is some smaller being about ten feet wide. We camped here for the night the most dirty fitugued looking set of gold hunter you could find on the road between St Joe and Denver City. In the morning we arose fresh as if we had slept on feather beds and resumed our journey we met nothing worth describing on this day the country had about the same appearance as on the previous day we made twenty five miles and camped on the Little Sandy