Believing that Bridger would visit this place, Kit ordered his men to make a permanent camp.  Kit’s sagacity was not at fault in this hypothesis; for, in fifteen days, this famous old mountaineer made his appearance accompanied by his whole band.  The two parties once more consolidated and started for the summer rendezvous, which was appointed to be held on the Green River.

Upon their arrival at this place, they found congregated, all the principal trappers of the Rocky Mountains.  They were divided into two camps, and numbered about two hundred men.  The objects which brought them thus together were, the disposal of their fur and the purchase of supplies.

When all the parties had reported their arrival, the trading commenced and was conducted upon a basis which gave general satisfaction.  The most exorbitant and fabulous prices ruled for such articles as the mountaineers required.  Sugar and coffee brought two dollars the pint; powder, the same; and ordinary blankets were sold at fifteen and twenty-five dollars each.

Coffee, sugar, and even flour, were luxuries not every day indulged in by the hardy mountaineers.  They seldom partook of such dainties; not more frequently than two or three times in the year, and then, merely as rare treats.  Their standard food was game and wild vegetables when in their season.

This meeting of the trappers continued in progress during two months.  It was then dissolved; and, once more the bold mountaineers formed into bands of a size convenient for trapping, and started out to engage in the fall hunt.  Kit Carson joined a party of fifty men which was bound for the country occupied by the Blackfeet Indians, and which lies on and adjacent to the head waters of the Missouri River.  The party met with very poor success in catching beaver, but had their fill of annoyances from the tribe of savages already referred to.  Finally the state of affairs between the trappers and the Indians became so desperate, that a white man could not leave his camp and go a distance of a single mile alone without being fired upon, so completely and untiringly was their camp surrounded and watched by this wily and dangerous tribe of Indians.

This state of affairs led them to the determination to quit the country, as the trapping season was far advanced.  With this line of policy they began the march; and, in the month of November, 1832, arrived on the banks of the Big Snake River where they established winter quarters and remained until the subsequent February.

During these winter months, the quiet monotony of their life was unexpectedly broken in upon by a band of their old enemies, the Blackfeet Indians.  Taking advantage of an unusually dark night they entered the camp and succeeded in running off eighteen of their horses.  In consideration of their leniency displayed towards them when they were engaged trapping in their own country, then merely acting on the defensive,