[Hosea Stout Diary] Frid June 30th 1848. Moved on about 16 miles and encamped at the cold Springs (the most beautiful Springs here.)Our road was over sandy bluffs which came up to the river. We are now fairley into the Buffalo range[.] Swarms & herds of which are in sight all the time[.] The range looks like an old pasture field the grass all fed off close.
The hunting fever seized on the brethren and they, regardless of the previous arraingements, to let hunters kill our meet often ran and left their teams pursuing & shooting at the buffalo all day. Many were killed & left out, & but few brought into camp.
Tonight about dark a skink made us a visit Locating himself under my waggons. We endeavored to drive it away without exciting it but knowing the Power it held over us seemed perfectly tame while we had only to deal mildly with it. At length it went under Judge Phelps waggon & laid down in his harness where we were obliged to let it be in peace.
[source: Diaries of Hosea Stout]