June 24, 1886
& an out Let on the West End a small stream which formed
some small Lakes which abounded with small trout vary few
over a quarter of a pound. we camped for the night we had some
rain. it was supposed the country abounded in game but we
saw None during the whole Journey Except one or two deer 3 Miles

June 25, 1886 ~ Friday

25 This was one of the most strange Histories of a
days travel that I Ever Experienced on Horsback in my life
we left the Lake and started on our return Journey to
the Mill we followed back to our camping place on the
night of the 23. we then took the trail of 3 Men Thomas Davis
W^m Wall & W Hollinger who had gone to the Mill the Day before
And No Eye hath seen nor Ear heard Neither hath it
Entered into the heart of Man to conceive of such a road as
that trail lead us this day we followed the trail down a Mountain
for near a Mile so steep & rocky that we had to go a head of
the Horses & roll the rocks out of the road so thay could get a
foot Hold we had to lead them by the bit step by step to keep
them from falling to keep them from falling down the Mountain
for 1000 feet and being Dashed to peaces it seemed a Miricle
that our Horses were not killed & ourself also I fell twice &
stood a chance to have broaken my limb & when we got into the
Bottom of the canyon then we had to travel through fallen timber
the Horses had to Jump Logs near 3 feet high amid thick
brush & rocks & turn evry point of compass and it rained
untill all the Brush & grass was wet so we in walking & leading
our Horses was wet to our middle we traveled in this way
untill night & knew not whare [we] were and concluded we
would have to camp for the night in the Midst of this fallen timber

June 24, 1886 & an Out Let on the West End a small Stream which formed some small Lakes which abounded with small trout vary few over a quarter of a pound. we camped for the night we had some rain. it was supposed the Country abounded in game but we saw None during the whole Journey Except one or two deer 3 Miles

June 25, 1886 ~ Friday

25 [FIGURE] This was one of the most strange Histories of a days travel that I Ever Experienced on Horsback in my life we left the Lake and started on our return Journey to the Mill we followed back to our camping place on the night of the 23. we then took the trail of 3 Men Thomas Davis Wm Wall & W Hollinger who had gone to the Mill the Day before And No Eye hath seen nor Ear heard Neither hath it Entered into the heart of Man to conceive of such a road as that trail lead us this day we followed the trail down a Mountain for near a Mile so steep & rocky that we had to go a head of the Horses & roll the rocks out of the road so thay could get a foot Hold we had to lead them by the bit step by step to keep them from falling to keep them from falling down the Mountain for 1000 feet and being Dashed to peaces it seemed a Miricle that our Horses were not killed & ourself also I fell twice & stood a chance to have broaken my limb & when we got into the Bottom of the Canyon then we had to travel through fallen timber the Horses had to Jump Logs near 3 feet high amid thick brush & rocks & turn Evry point of compass and it rained untill all the Brush & grass was wet so we in walking & leading our Horses was wet to our middle we traveled in this way untill night & knew not whare we were and concluded we would have to camp for the night in the Midst of this fallen timber