52. Frink July 11, 1850

The road to-day was very hilly and rough. At night we encamped within one mile of Fort Hall. Mosquitoes were as thick as flakes in a snowstorm. The poor horses whinnied all night, from their bites, and in the morning the blood was streaming down their sides. At our noon camp we found a thicket of wild currant bushes, from which we gathered currants enough to furnish pies for the next two or three days. They were a great luxury to people who had been without fruit of any kind for three months. In the afternoon we came to a creek that appeared to be deep and bad to cross. Just as we were beginning to examine for a safe place to ford it, three Indians on horseback came towards us. They rode across the creek before us, apparently to show us the best way. We crossed without difficulty, and they afterwards accompanied us to where we encamped for the night. One of them, much older than the others, informed us that he had traveled as far east as St. Louis; and in order to make us understand, he imitated with his mouth the puffing of a steamboat. 

The three map locations below show the approximate camp location for July 11, the original site of Fort Hall, and the site of a modern-day replica of Fort Hall.