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following day men and mules arrive safely. So 

 ended my journey through the wilder part of 

 Oregon, having accomplished a hazardous, wea- 

 risome journey, making my way a distance of 

 several hundred miles without any trails, or, if 

 any, simply trails used by Indians to reach their 

 hunting or fishing-grounds ; sleeping during the 

 whole time in the open air, a saddle my only 

 pillow. Apart from the anxiety, harass, and want 

 of rest, and the necessity of guarding against the 

 hostile Klamaths, to save the mules and our 

 scalps, we all enjoyed the journey thoroughly, 

 not even a cold resulting from the exposure. 



