Crossing the BitterrootsView video streamof entry. September 16, 1805
Last night about 12 oclock it began to snow. We renewed our march early, though the morning was very disagreeable, and proceeded over the most terrible mountains I ever beheld.
September 16, 1805
I find myself growing weak from the want of food and most of the men complain of a similar deficiency, and have fallen off very much.