When we struck the head of the Arkansas river we considered ourselves out of danger of all hostile Indians.  Besides, we knew every foot of the ground we had to travel over from here to Taos, New Mexico.  We camped one night on the river, down below where Leadville stands now, and I never saw so many huckleberries at one place as I saw there.  After we had our horses unpacked and staked out to grass, I said to the boys, “Now you go and pick berries, and I will try and find some meat for supper.”  I did not go far when looking up on a high bluff I saw a band of mountain sheep.  I noticed they had not seen me yet and were coming directly towards me.  When they got in gun-shot, I fired and killed a half-grown sheep, and he did not stop kicking until he was nearly at my feet.  This was the first mountain sheep I had ever killed, and it was as fine a piece of meat as I ever ate, and until this day, mountain sheep is my favorite wild meat.  This was one of the nights to be remembered, fine fresh meat, and ripe huckleberries, what luxuries, for the wilds to produce.

In a few days we reached Taos, and here I met my old friend Jim Bridger.  After laying around a few days and resting up, Jonnie West said to me, “Will, what are we going to do this winter?  You are like me, you can’t lay around without going wild.”

I said, “That’s so, Jonnie.  Let’s go and hunt up Jim Bridger, and ask him what he is going to do this winter.”

We went to the house where Jim was boarding and we found him in one of his talkative moods.  We asked him what he proposed doing this winter; he said, “I am going out a trapping, and I want you boys to go with me.”

I asked him where he was going to trap, and he said he thought he would trap on the head of the Cache-la-Poudre, and the quicker we went the better it would be for us.  “I have all the traps we will need this winter,” he said; “now you boys go to work and mould a lot of bullets.”

The reader will understand that in those days we used the muzzle-loading gun, and we had to mould all of our bullets.  In a few days we were ready to pull out.  I asked Jim if we could keep our horses with us through the winter.  He said, “Yes, as the snow does not get very deep in that country, and there is plenty of Cotton Wood and Quaker Asp for them to browse on in case the snow gets deep.  Besides, it will save one of us a long tramp in the spring, for we will have to have the horses in order to pack our furs on.”

In a few days we were ready to pull for trapping ground.  Each one of us took a saddle horse and two pack horses.  We were on the road nine days from the day we left Taos until we reached our trapping ground.

We traveled down Cherry Creek from its source to its mouth, and across the Platte, where Denver City, Colorado, now stands.  At that time there was not a sign of civilization in all that country.