Many outfits, within my knowledge, have come to grief through placing confidence in the red man, who always covets the belongings of the paleface. Nothing disturbed us during the night, and in the morning we started down Salt Creek to the Platte River, where Williams expected to find Cheyennes, hoping to trade them out of some furs. We travelled up the Platte River to Cherry Creek, seeing plenty of fresh Indian signs, but no Indians.
