Three days ago the group had crossed the Humboldt River at Gravelly Ford and were traveling on the south side of the river.
[Sunday] "Cloudy with cool wind. A young man from Elkhart Co. Ind. applied to us this morning to buy provisions. They had paid a man to take them through but his teams and provisions giving out they had left him and undertook to pack and were quite out of provisions and would pay any price for some. Before we had done our breakfast a very gentlemanly looking man came up with a pack on his back and very politely asked us if we would sell him a little flour or bread; he cared nothing for the price. He had eaten nothing lately but a little beef. His last horse died on the Salt desert. Those that have money can buy a little poor beef, but nothing else. The most of the packers are out of money, I mean the foot packers, which of late are getting numerous. I presume that twenty men per day apply to us for food, most of them without money. These must eat horses and carrion I am afraid. There must be a great deal of suffering on the road yet. Capt. Davidson killed an ox last night. I met some packers from Cal. They represent that grass will be very scarce, especially across the mountains."