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previous day (for I aimed to gather at least one specimen of every 
species I saw on the whole trip, that the Alpine Club might have as 
complete a collection as possible), I spent the whole of the time in 
sorting and drying the plants, and arranging with some of the men 
to attend to my ‘‘ pack,’’ for the following three or four days were 
to be given up to ‘‘scouting”’ for trails. At 8 o'clock, July 15th, 
we again broke camp and moved up the river two or three miles, 
the mules making good use of the shallow fords on this part of the 
river as well as the long stretches of gravel bar. At 9 o'clock 
‘Camp 4” was reached, where vertical walls, a swift and deep river, 
and numerous falls revealed to us the fact that the serious work 
would now begin. Three scouting parties were quickly formed, 
and orders given by the Lieutenant as to the ground we were to 
“cover.” Our party consisted of Colonel Linsley, our mineral- 
ologist, Sergeant Yates and myself, to be increased shortly after 
our departure, and much to our disgust, by our mastiff-hound 
‘“‘Jumbo.’’ We went very “‘ light weight,”” owing to the severe climb- 
ing we knew was in store for us, our stock of supplies and equip- 
ments being one haversack of hard tack, tea and coffee, a pound or 
two of bacon, a hand axe, a rifleand a small press. For this reason 
was Jumbo’s society not only undesired, but the dog came to be 
actually abhorred, till famine, toil and heroism proved his staying 
qualities and changed our antipathy into admiration. As we toiled 
up a mossy cliff, the flowers of Rudus spectadilis were just opening 
from bud; the fruit had vanished months ago around the Sound. 
Further on, the ground was carpetted with the green leaves and 
bright with the snowy flowers of the little bramble ( Rudus pedatus ), 
while quantities of the pink twist-stalk (Strepfopus roseus), were on 
every hand. We were soon driven by the steep bluff to the river- 
bed of the South Branch, more of a creek than a river, and rush- 
ing and roaring a constant succession of rapids, pools and occa- 
sional falls. Here Icame upon a little friend I had not seen since 
leaving the Columbia River at Rooster Rock, the delicate Roman- 
zoffia Sitchensis, while a little further up the stream, and growing 
from the snow Vaccinium ovalifolium, was just blossoming. Ona 
bank in the woods, but recently abandoned by the snow, was grow- 
ing Lycopodium lucidulum, its leafy spikes just ripening their spores. 
The trail was followed with the utmost difficulty. The severe win- 
ter that had just passed, with its accompanying and unheard ot 
