August 3rd 1874

This is written at the noonday halt on Monday. We have travelled 18 miles this morning. I walked for a good two and a half hours & then rode in a wagon but by & by Capt. French who was not feeling well begged to exchange with me and I took his horse & he rode. The prairie is as gloomy & desolate as ever – little short brown dry grass & full of badger holes – very very dangerous to ride upon. I must close now in real earnest. Have you heard from Saida or any one homewards since I left? Goodbye again.

Yours,
Barrie.