Gibson Dug A Small Tank, And The Water Soon Cleared For Itself A Beautiful Little Crystal Basin Of The Purest Liquid, Much More Delicious And Wholesome Than The Half Brackish Water In The Bed Of The Creek.

These springs have their origin at the foot of the hill on the eastern side of this pass, and percolate into the creek-bed, where the water becomes impregnated with salt or soda.

The water in the open holes in the creek-bed is always running; I thought the supply came from up the creek - now, however, I find it comes from these fresh-water springs. I branded a tree in this pass E. Giles with date.

On the 25th March the plump but old and doomed Terrible Billy confidingly came to water at eleven o'clock at night. He took his last drink, and was led a captive to the camp, where he was tied up all night. The old creature looked remarkably well, and when tied up close to the smoke-house - innocent, unsuspecting creature of what the craft and subtilty of the devil or man might work against him - he had begun to eat a bunch or two of grass, when a rifle bullet crashing through his forehead terminated his existence. There was some little fat about him; it took some time to cut up the meat into strips, which were hung on sticks and placed in tiers in the pyramidal smoke-house.

We had a fine supper of horse-steaks, which we relished amazingly. Terrible Billy tasted much better than the cob we had killed at Elder's Creek.

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