Travelers’ Rest – party splits: Lewis north, Clark south — Patrick Gass: June 30, 1806
On a fine morning, the party set out after a hunter shot a deer that approached a lick at the hot spring. Two hunters went ahead, and another killed a deer around midday. They stopped for dinner at the same spot used on September 12, 1805, during their westward journey, then continued on, picking up three deer left by a hunter. By evening they reached Travellers' Rest Creek at its junction with the Flathead (Clark's) River, where they encamped and reunited with the hunters.
fine morning. When we were ready to set out we saw a deer
coming to a lick at the hot spring, and one of our hunters
shot it. Two hunters went on ahead. At noon another went
out a short time, and killed a fine deer. We halted for dinner
at the same place, where we dined on the 12th of Sept. 1805,
as we passed over to the Western ocean. After dinner we
proceeded on, and on our way found three deer that one of
the hunters had killed and left for us. In the evening we
arrived at Travellers’ rest creek, where the party rested two
days last fall, and where it empties into Flathead (called
Clarke’s) river a beautiful river about one hundred yards
wide at this place; but there is no fish of any consequence
in it; and according to the Indian account, there are falls on
it, between this place and its mouth, where it empties into the
Columbia, six or seven hundred feet high; and which prob-
ably prevent the fish from coming up. Here we encamped
and met with the hunters.
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Fine morning. When we were ready to set out, we saw a deer coming to a lick at the hot spring, and one of our hunters shot it. Two hunters went on ahead. At noon another went out for a short time and killed a fine deer. We halted for dinner at the same place where we dined on the 12th of September 1805, as we passed over to the Western ocean. After dinner we continued on, and on our way found three deer that one of the hunters had killed and left for us. In the evening we arrived at Travellers' Rest Creek, where the party rested two days last fall, and where it empties into Flathead (called Clarke's) river, a beautiful river about one hundred yards wide at this place; but there are no fish of any consequence in it. According to the Indian account, there are falls on it, between this place and its mouth where it empties into the Columbia, six or seven hundred feet high, which probably prevent the fish from coming up. Here we camped and met with the hunters.
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