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leaping in the Cactus where the dog could not run - He finally got away, for I was too weak to follow far - When we got to the foot hill, I crossed lots of dry unclear & was beginning to despair when we came upon the true Elk, where I struck it a little jill, but rapidly increasing in volume - I went down about a mile & camped in a beautiful spot, plenty of delicious water, a boon from Heaven after the alkali of the Belle Fourche - good grass