Being now completely unhorsed, Mr. Miller and his three companions wandered on foot for several hundred miles, enduring hunger, thirst, and fatigue, while traversing the barren wastes which abound beyond the Rocky Mountains.  At the time they were discovered by Mr. Stuart’s party, they were almost famished, and were fishing for a precarious meal.  Had Mr. Stuart made the short cut across the hills, avoiding this bend of the river, or had not some of his party accidentally gone down to the margin of the stream to drink, these poor wanderers might have remained undiscovered, and have perished in the wilderness.  Nothing could exceed their joy on thus meeting with their old comrades, or the heartiness with which they were welcomed.  All hands immediately encamped; and the slender stores of the party were ransacked to furnish out a suitable regale.

The next morning they all set out together; Mr. Miller and his comrades being resolved to give up the life of a trapper, and accompany Mr. Stuart back to St. Louis.

For several days they kept along the course of Snake River, occasionally making short cuts across hills and promontories, where there were bends in the stream.  In their way they passed several camps of Shoshonies, from some of whom they procured salmon, but in general they were too wretchedly poor to furnish anything.  It was the wish of Mr. Stuart to purchase horses for the recent recruits of his party; but the Indians could not be prevailed upon to part with any, alleging that they had not enough for their own use.

On the 25th of August they reached a great fishing place, to which they gave the name of the Salmon Falls.  Here there is a perpendicular fall of twenty feet on the north side of the river, while on the south side there is a succession of rapids.  The salmon are taken here in incredible quantities, as they attempt to shoot the falls.  It was now a favorable season, and there were about one hundred lodges of Shoshonies busily engaged killing and drying fish.  The salmon begin to leap shortly after sunrise.  At this time the Indians swim to the centre of the falls, where some station themselves on rocks, and others stand to their waists in the water, all armed with spears, with which they assail the salmon as they attempt to leap, or fall back exhausted.  It is an incessant slaughter, so great is the throng of the fish.

The construction of the spears thus used is peculiar.  The head is a straight piece of elk horn, about seven inches long, on the point of which an artificial barb is made fast, with twine well gummed.  The head is stuck on the end of the shaft, a very long pole of willow, to which it is likewise connected by a strong cord, a few inches in length.  When the spearsman makes a sure blow, he often strikes the head of the spear through the body of the fish.  It comes off easily, and leaves the salmon struggling with the string through its body, while the pole is still held by the spearsman.  Were it not for the precaution of the string, the willow shaft would be snapped by the struggles and the weight of the fish.  Mr. Miller, in the course of his wanderings, had been at these falls, and had seen several thousand salmon taken in the course of one afternoon.  He declared that he had seen a salmon leap a distance of about thirty feet, from the commencement of the foam at the foot of the falls, completely to the top.