The previous night’s confusion regarding the lost hunters is sorted out, and they all continue up the Missouri. As they approach the present Nebraska-Kansas border, they remark on a large prairie of Canada wild rye and Indian potato growing on an island.
Friendly Fire
Set out this morning with a view to Land near the fire Seen last night, & recornetre, but Soon discovered that our men were at the fire, they were a Sleep early last evening, and from the Course of the Wind which blew hard, their yells were not hea[r]d by party in the perogue, a mistake altogether—.
—William Clark
Resting at Solomon’s Island
Delayed 3 hours on this Island to recruit the men opposit on the L. S. is a butifull bottom Plain of about 2000 acres (3) Covered with wild rye & Potatoes, [Nicholas Biddle: ground apple; pomme de terre] intermix’t with the grass,
—William Clark
Nearing Nebraska
We set out early this morning and had a fair day and fair wind. There is a handsome prairie on the south side opposite an island. We encamped on the north side.
—Patrick Gass