Thursday July 24th. 1806.
At 8 A. M. the sun made it's appearance for a few minutes
and I took it's altitude but it shortly after clouded up again
and continued to rain the ballance of the day I was therefore
unable to complete the observations I wished to take at this
place. I determined to remain another day in the hope of
it's being fair. we have still a little bread of cows remaining
of which we made a kettle of mush which together with a few
pigeons that we were fortunate enough to kill served us with
food for this day. I sent the hunters out but they shortly
returned without having killed anything and declared that it
was useless to hunt within 6 or 8 miles of this place that there
was no appearance of game within that distance. the air has
become extreemly cold which in addition to the wind and rain
renders our situation extreemly unpleasant. several wolves
visited our camp today, I fired on and wounded one of them
very badly. the small speceis of wolf barks like a dog, they
frequently salute us with this note as we pass through the
plains.
