“The road along the creek is a narrow rocky path near the borders of very high precipices, from which a fall seems almost inevitable destruction.  One of our horses slipped and rolled over with his load down the hillside, which was nearly perpendicular and strewed with large irregular rocks, nearly one hundred yards, and did not stop till he fell into the creek.  We all expected he was killed, but to our astonishment, on taking off his load he rose, seemed but little injured, and in twenty minutes proceeded with his load.  Having no other provision, we took some portable soup, our only refreshment during the day.  This abstinence, joined with fatigue, has a visible effect on our health.  The men are growing weak and losing their flesh very fast; several are afflicted with dysentery, and eruptions of the skin are very common.”

Next day, the party descended the last of the Bitter Root range and reached level country.  They were at last over the Great Divide.  Three Indian boys were discovered hiding in the grass, in great alarm.  Captain Clark at once dismounted from his horse, and, making signs of amity, went after the boys.  He calmed their terrors, and, giving them some bits of ribbon, sent them home.

“Soon after the boys reached home, a man came out to meet the party, with great caution; but he conducted them to a large tent in the village, and all the inhabitants gathered round to view with a mixture of fear and pleasure these wonderful strangers.  The conductor now informed Captain Clark, by signs, that the spacious tent was the residence of the great chief, who had set out three days ago with all the warriors to attack some of their enemies toward the southwest; that he would not return before fifteen or eighteen days, and that in the mean time there were only a few men left to guard the women and children.  They now set before them a small piece of buffalo-meat, some dried salmon, berries, and several kinds of roots.  Among these last is one which is round, much like an onion in appearance, and sweet to the taste.  It is called quamash, and is eaten either in its natural state, or boiled into a kind of soup, or made into a cake, which is then called pasheco.  After the long abstinence this was a sumptuous treat.  They returned the kindness of the people by a few small presents, and then went on in company with one of the chiefs to a second village in the same plain, at the distance of two miles.  Here the party were treated with great kindness, and passed the night.  The hunters were sent out, but, though they saw some tracks of deer, were not able to procure anything.”

The root which the Indians used in so many ways is now known as camas; it is still much sought for by the Nez Perces and other wandering tribes in the Northwest, and Camas Prairie, in that region, derives its name from the much-sought-for vegetable.