“’In the course of the morning we discovered that two of the cylinders leaked so much as to require one man constantly at the bellows, to keep them sufficiently full of air to support the boat.  Although we had made a very early start, we loitered so much on the way—­stopping every now and then, and floating silently along, to get a shot at a goose or a duck—­that it was late in the day when we reached the outlet.  The river here divided into several branches, filled with fluvials, and so very shallow that it was with difficulty we could get the boat along, being obliged to get out and wade.  We encamped on a low point among rushes and young willows, where there was a quantity of driftwood, which served for our fires.  The evening was mild and clear; we made a pleasant bed of the young willows; and geese and ducks enough had been killed for an abundant supper at night, and for breakfast next morning.  The stillness of the night was enlivened by millions of water-fowl.

“’Sept. 9.—­The day was clear and calm; the thermometer at sunrise at 49 deg..  As is usual with the trappers on the eve of any enterprise, our people had made dreams, and theirs happened to be a bad one—­one which always preceded evil—­and consequently they looked very gloomy this morning; but we hurried through our breakfast, in order to make an early start, and have all the day before us for our adventure.  The channel in a short distance became so shallow that our navigation was at an end, being merely a sheet of soft mud, with a few inches of water, and sometimes none at all, forming the low-water shore of the lake.  All this place was absolutely covered with flocks of screaming plover.  We took off our clothes, and, getting over-board, commenced dragging the boat—­making, by this operation, a very curious trail, and a very disagreeable smell in stirring up the mud, as we sank above the knee at every step.  The water here was still fresh, with only an insipid and disagreeable taste, probably derived from the bed of fetid mud.  After proceeding in this way about a mile, we came to a small black ridge on the bottom, beyond which the water became suddenly salt, beginning gradually to deepen, and the bottom was sandy and firm.  It was a remarkable division, separating the fresh water of the rivers from the briny water of the lake, which was entirely saturated with common salt.  Pushing our little vessel across the narrow boundary, we sprang on board, and at length were afloat on the waters of the unknown sea.

“We did not steer for the mountainous islands, but directed our course towards a lower one, which it had been decided we should first visit, the summit of which was formed like the crater at the upper end of Bear River valley.  So long as we could touch the bottom with our paddles, we were very gay; but gradually, as the water deepened, we became more still in our frail batteau of gum cloth distended with air, and with pasted seams.  Although the day was very