He now continued on for some few days, at a slower pace, round the point of the mountain toward Green River, and arrived once more at the caches, on the 14th of October.

Here they found traces of the band of Indians who had hunted them in the defile toward the head waters of Wind River.  Having lost all trace of them on their way over the mountains, they had turned and followed back their trail down the Green River valley to the caches.  One of these they had discovered and broken open, but it fortunately contained nothing but fragments of old iron, which they had scattered about in all directions, and then departed.  In examining their deserted camp, Captain Bonneville discovered that it numbered thirty-nine fires, and had more reason than ever to congratulate himself on having escaped the clutches of such a formidable band of freebooters.

He now turned his course southward, under cover of the mountains, and on the 25th of October reached Liberge’s Ford, a tributary of the Colorado, where he came suddenly upon the trail of this same war party, which had crossed the stream so recently that the banks were yet wet with the water that had been splashed upon them.  To judge from their tracks, they could not be less than three hundred warriors, and apparently of the Crow nation.

Captain Bonneville was extremely uneasy lest this overpowering force should come upon him in some place where he would not have the means of fortifying himself promptly.  He now moved toward Hane’s Fork, another tributary of the Colorado, where he encamped, and remained during the 26th of October.  Seeing a large cloud of smoke to the south, he supposed it to arise from some encampment of Shoshonies, and sent scouts to procure information, and to purchase a lodge.  It was, in fact, a band of Shoshonies, but with them were encamped Fitzpatrick and his party of trappers.  That active leader had an eventful story to relate of his fortunes in the country of the Crows.  After parting with Captain Bonneville on the banks of the Bighorn, he made for the west, to trap upon Powder and Tongue Rivers.  He had between twenty and thirty men with him, and about one hundred horses.  So large a cavalcade could not pass through the Crow country without attracting the attention of its freebooting hordes.  A large band of Crows was soon on their traces, and came up with them on the 5th of September, just as they had reached Tongue River.  The Crow chief came forward with great appearance of friendship, and proposed to Fitzpatrick that they should encamp together.  The latter, however, not having any faith in Crows, declined the invitation, and pitched his camp three miles off.  He then rode over with two or three men, to visit the Crow chief, by whom he was received with great apparent cordiality.  In the meantime, however, a party of young braves, who considered them absolved by his distrust from all scruples of honor, made a circuit privately, and dashed into his encampment.  Captain Stewart, who had remained there in the absence of Fitzpatrick, behaved with great spirit; but the Crows were too numerous and active.  They had got possession of the camp, and soon made booty of every thing—­carrying off all the horses.  On their way back they met Fitzpatrick returning to his camp; and finished their exploit by rifling and nearly stripping him.