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Jeffrey’s mosquito-bills (Dodecatheon Jeffreyz), and the white mari- 
gold (Caltha biflora), the latter blossoming right out of the snow, 
so late was the season and so deep had been the snow. Along the 
rills lower down, the delicate corymbs of Zvautvetteria grandis, 
were abundant. After arduous toil we reached a point well up the 
opposite ridge, and took there a very hasty and meager meal, the last 
one in the haversack. Camp was about eight or ten miles away, 
but we had luckily struck a fine elk-trail and an open hillside. This 
trail we kept for several miles, till the fallen timber of the bottom 
compelled up to seek the creek-bank. Here I collected the only 
other plant not yet seen, the graceful rein-orchid ( Habenaria gra- 
cilis), though one other plant was seen, not yet fit for collection. 
The tall stalks of the “stagger-weed’’ (Delphinium troilitfolium) 
were in their prime stage for being cropped by animals, and acted 
as another motive to cause us to abandon this route, as I have too 
frequently seen the deadly effect of this plant upon cattle and horses. 
At nine o’clock wearied, hungry, and our lower limbs filled with the 
poisonous prickles of Fafsta horrida, we caught the gleam of the 
camp fire and were welcomed by a chorus of shots, yells and the 
baying of hounds. All of the other parties had returned, and one 
of them with a fine, young deer. I will not tax the reader's credu- 
lity by enumerating the number of slices of fried venison, cups of 
coffee or slices of bread we severally devoured that night. Passing 
this immaterial part of the record, suffice it to state that nothing of 
great value had been discovered as to the most feasible trail, but it 
was determined to reach the Upper Falls, about six miles distant, 
before sending out more parties. 
This trip consumed the 15th, 16th and 17th of July. From the 
18th to the 27th we were engaged in making trail, and on the morning 
of this last day were encamped at a beautiful spot above the Falls, 
‘‘Camp 6.’’ Here another scouting party, consisting of Colonel 
Linsley and Private Fischer, was sent out. During their absence 
the remainder of the party were engaged in continuing the trail up 
a steep but more open slope, and “ Camp 7’’ was reached the even- 
ing of the 28th. Here a tree had been blazed by the exploring 
party sent out on the previous morning, and we were surprised to 
find the reading of the Colonel’s barometer registered only 2,300 
feet. How different from the Cascade Mountains! Here we were 
camped by a great snow-bank the last of July, and our altitude only 
