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[[underlined]] Dec. 4. [[/underlined]]

Got up late because it was warm in bed & cold outside. A damp, raw day. rained a good deal & snowed some in A.M. Cleared up toward night & looks like better weather.

Got a lot of mail in morning. Sent the packages, wrote some letters, got a supply of provision & grain. Took a tramp down through the valley. Did not set any traps because it is too cold & wet & nasty to catch anything. Killed 2 Carpodacus frontalis from a flock, saw a Raven.

[[underlined]] Dec. 5. [[/underlined]]

Left Sodaville at 8 A.M.

I rode down around the salt marsh south of town. It is a big bare sink in the bottom of a basin. The water runs to it from all sides - when there is any. A little water stands in the lowest places. It is clear as crystal & saturated with salt. A thick crust of salt & other mineral covers the ground. It tastes strongly of salt but something in it made my tongue sore, probably soda. Large piles of it are scraped up over the sink & men ar at work at it. A little back from the edge of the flat on a level 4 or 6 feet above the ground is of loose, dry sand. This is in mounds 6 to 10 feet high as steep as hay cocks. 

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