On the following day, he resumed his march with increasing anxiety.  The feet of his horses had by this time become so worn and wounded by the rocks, that he had to make moccasons for them of buffalo hide.  About noon, he came to another deserted camp of his men; but soon after lost their trail.  After great search, he once more found it, turning in a southerly direction along the eastern bases of the Wind River Mountains, which towered to the right.  He now pushed forward with all possible speed, in hopes of overtaking the party.  At night, he slept at another of their camps, from which they had but recently departed.  When the day dawned sufficiently to distinguish objects, he perceived the danger that must be dogging the heels of his main party.  All about the camp were traces of Indians who must have been prowling about it at the time his people had passed the night there; and who must still be hovering about them.  Convinced, now, that the main party could not be at any great distance, he mounted a scout on the best horse, and sent him forward to overtake them, to warn them of their danger, and to order them to halt, until he should rejoin them.

In the afternoon, to his great joy, he met the scout returning, with six comrades from the main party, leading fresh horses for his accommodation; and on the following day (September 25th), all hands were once more reunited, after a separation of nearly three weeks.  Their meeting was hearty and joyous; for they had both experienced dangers and perplexities.

The main party, in pursuing their course up the Wind River valley, had been dogged the whole way by a war party of Crows.  In one place, they had been fired upon, but without injury; in another place, one of their horses had been cut loose, and carried off.  At length, they were so closely beset, that they were obliged to make a retrogade move, lest they should be surprised and overcome.  This was the movement which had caused such perplexity to Captain Bonneville.

The whole party now remained encamped for two or three days, to give repose to both men and horses.  Some of the trappers, however, pursued their vocations about the neighboring streams.  While one of them was setting his traps, he heard the tramp of horses, and looking up, beheld a party of Crow braves moving along at no great distance, with a considerable cavalcade.  The trapper hastened to conceal himself, but was discerned by the quick eye of the savages.  With whoops and yells, they dragged him from his hiding-place, flourished over his head their tomahawks and scalping-knives, and for a time, the poor trapper gave himself up for lost.  Fortunately, the Crows were in a jocose, rather than a sanguinary mood.  They amused themselves heartily, for a while, at the expense of his terrors; and after having played off divers Crow pranks and pleasantries, suffered him to depart unharmed.  It is true, they stripped him completely, one taking his horse, another his gun, a third his traps, a fourth