The gayety of the camp was at an end; all preparations for musk-rat trapping were suspended, and all hands sallied forth to examine the trail.  Their worst fears were soon confirmed.  Infallible signs showed the unknown party in the advance to be white men; doubtless, some rival band of trappers!  Here was competition when least expected; and that too by a party already in the advance, who were driving the game before them.  Captain Bonneville had now a taste of the sudden transitions to which a trapper’s life is subject.  The buoyant confidence in an uninterrupted hunt was at an end; every countenance lowered with gloom and disappointment.

Captain Bonneville immediately dispatched two spies to overtake the rival party, and endeavor to learn their plans; in the meantime, he turned his back upon the swamp and its musk-rat houses and followed on at “long camps”, which in trapper’s language is equivalent to long stages.  On the 6th of April he met his spies returning.  They had kept on the trail like hounds until they overtook the party at the south end of Godin’s defile.  Here they found them comfortably encamped:  twenty-two prime trappers, all well appointed, with excellent horses in capital condition led by Milton Sublette, and an able coadjutor named Jarvie, and in full march for the Malade hunting ground.  This was stunning news.  The Malade River was the only trapping ground within reach; but to have to compete there with veteran trappers, perfectly at home among the mountains, and admirably mounted, while they were so poorly provided with horses and trappers, and had but one man in their party acquainted with the country-it was out of the question.

The only hope that now remained was that the snow, which still lay deep among the mountains of Godin’s River and blocked up the usual pass to the Malade country, might detain the other party until Captain Bonneville’s horses should get once more into good condition in their present ample pasturage.

The rival parties now encamped together, not out of companionship, but to keep an eye upon each other.  Day after day passed by without any possibility of getting to the Malade country.  Sublette and Jarvie endeavored to force their way across the mountain; but the snows lay so deep as to oblige them to turn back.  In the meantime the captain’s horses were daily gaining strength, and their hoofs improving, which had been worn and battered by mountain service.  The captain, also was increasing his stock of provisions; so that the delay was all in his favor.

To any one who merely contemplates a map of the country this difficulty of getting from Godin to Malade River will appear inexplicable, as the intervening mountains terminate in the great Snake River plain, so that, apparently, it would be perfectly easy to proceed round their bases.

Here, however, occur some of the striking phenomena of this wild and sublime region.  The great lower plain which extends to the feet of these mountains is broken up near their bases into crests, and ridges resembling the surges of the ocean breaking on a rocky shore.