LIFE OF KIT CARSON.



boiled with snow, producing a highly flavored
soup, which the men considered so valuable and
delicious that they forbade the cook to skim the
pot for fear any portion of it might be lost.
The hide was divided into equal portions, and
with the bones roasted and burnt to a crisp
This we munched on the road; but the men
not being satisfied with the division of the meat
by the cook, made him turn his back, while
another took up each share separately, and in-
quired who should have it. When the snows
admitted it, we collected the thick leaves of a
species of cactus which we also put in the fire
to burn off the prickles, and ate. It then re-
sembled in taste and nourishment an Irish potato
peeling. We lived in this way for nearly fifty
days, traveling from Grand River across the
divide to Green River, and over the first range
of the Wahsach Mountains, on foot, Colonel Fre-
mont at our head, tramping a pathway for his
men to follow. He, as well as the rest of the
party, towards the last was entirely barefoot-
some of them had a piece of raw hide on their
feet, which, however, becoming hard and stiff
by the frost, made them more uncomfortable
than walking without any.
  "Yesterday, Mr. Oliver Fuller, of St. Louis,
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