This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 Excerpt: ...there that night. Next morning (Wednesday) I thought of leaving one horse, but I changed my mind, as I thought with one horse to break the trail for the packhorse; it would be only six miles to Quin's ranche, where I could leave him and where there would be hay. Those six miles were the hardest part; the further I went up the creek the deeper the snow, about 3 feet 6 inches, and the drifts some 10 feet deep. Within half a mile of the house, when it was after dark, Fan gave out, and I had to take the saddle off and leave her there; next day I went to look for her, and found her dead, and covered over with fresh snow; with the other horse I got over to Quin's about 8 P.m. Next day (Thursday) I was told of an Indian camp about two miles further up. I thought to get there, and to get some Indians to help me to break trail and pack over some grub. I found the snow still deeper, and it was storming, and I could not find the camp, and had to turn back, and when I got back to the house I was told that I ought to have gone further; I had slipped into the creek through the snow, and had got wet through. After dinner, again I started back to try to find the Indian camp, and found it in a clump of pine-trees by the edge of the creek, but there was nothing there but a bitch with a litter of puppies, and I could not see the trail which they had taken. I got back to the house--it was dark. Next day (Friday) I made up a pack of twenty-five or thirty lbs., crackers, tobacco and woollen KOVNT'S STORY. 235 socks, and started off. I took the trail which I had made the day before for the Indian Camp. I was going at a good rate, and calculated to reach "Starvation Camp " in a day and a half at most. After getting to the end of my trail of the day before, I found that wit...