A SAD DISAPPOINTMENT. 97 



the animal adapted to the snowy garb of winter, 

 without the trouble of changing its coat. 



We ascend a short hill, and from its summit 

 gaze on the long-desired water ; but, misery of 

 miseries ! in the pool (only a very small one) are 

 six Indian horses, pawing and splashing, whilst 

 their riders, squatting close by, are indulging in 

 a friendly pipe. This, in itself, was enough to ag- 

 gravate any thirst-famished man, but, worse than 

 all, our dogs, the instant they caught sight of the 

 water, rushed off, in defiance of shouts and threats, 

 and helter-skelter dashed into the pond. Not con- 

 tent to stand and lap, like well-conducted dogs, 

 they rolled in the water, and so frightened the 

 horses, that together they managed so to stir up 

 the bottom, that drinking was impossible, unless 

 liquid mud were swallowed. There is nothing 

 to be done but to dip some water into - a pail, 

 and wait for the thickest of it to settle. 



This is certainly the most dismal camping- 

 place I ever beheld. The Indians at the pool 

 are Umatillas, and live near the junction of the 

 Umatilla and Columbia rivers a small peaceful 

 tribe, living principally on fish, sage-cocks, and 

 prairie-hares. 



My journal records nothing of interest until 



June 21 We pass the masses of rock I had 



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