Owing to the late hour of my arrival I have met but few of my old acquaintances, but these are greatly interested in the result of our explorations, and I have promised to remain here another day before starting for Helena, and give them a further description of what I have seen.  I have enjoyed one good square meal.

Tuesday, September 27, Helena.—­I reached Helena last night.  The intelligence of my arrival in Virginia City, and of the loss of Mr. Everts from our party, had been telegraphed to Helena from Virginia City, and on my arrival I was besieged by many of the friends of Mr. Everts for information concerning the manner in which he became separated from our party.  I have spent the larger part of this day in describing the many wonders which we found on our trip, and I shall be most glad to have a few days’ rest and put on some of my lost flesh.  At the outset of this journey I tipped the beam of the scales at a little over one hundred and ninety (190) pounds, and to-day I weigh but one hundred and fifty-five (155) pounds, a loss of thirty-five (35) pounds.  One of my friends says that I may consider myself fortunate in bringing back to civilization as much of my body as I did.  I have already received several invitations from householders to meet their families and friends at their homes, and tell them of our trip, but the present dilapidated condition of my toilet renders it necessary for me to decline their hospitalities until some future period.  My first duty to myself and my fellow citizens is to seek a tailor and replenish my wardrobe.  Jake Smith is the only one of our party who has returned with a garment fit to wear in the society of ladies.

My narrations to-day have excited great wonder, and I cannot resist the conviction that many of my auditors believe that I have “drawn a long bow” in my descriptions.  I am perfectly free to acknowledge that this does not surprise me.  It seems a most natural thing for them to do so; for, in the midst of my narrations, I find myself almost as ready to doubt the reality of the scenes I have attempted to describe as the most skeptical of my listeners.  They pass along my memory like the faintly defined outlines of a dream.  And when I dwell upon their strange peculiarities, their vastness, their variety, and the distinctive features of novelty which mark them all, so entirely out of the range of all objects that compose the natural scenery and wonders of this continent, I who have seen them can scarcely realize that in those far-off recesses of the mountains they have existed so long in impenetrable seclusion, and that hereafter they will stand foremost among the natural attractions of the world.  Astonishment and wonder become so firmly impressed upon the mind in the presence of these objects, that belief stands appalled, and incredulity is dumb.  You can see Niagara, comprehend its beauties, and carry from it a memory ever ready to summon before you all its grandeur.