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men or mules, although close to them. Got the 

 mules together at 7 A.M., but did not make an 

 early start, in consequence of the men being 

 tired from want of sleep : we managed to start at 

 eight o'clock. Our first task was to get out of the 

 gorge. It was a most tedious and even danger- 

 ous job, for the ground was loose, and constantly 

 broke away from under the mules' feet, but at 

 last we managed to scramble to the top. 



For twenty miles farther it was a continued 

 series of uphill and downhill, all loose basaltic 

 ground, and very hard to travel over. Descend- 

 ing a long sandy hill we came to an Indian 

 reserve (the Warm Spring reservation) ; and we 

 encamp. The house is a large quadrangular 

 building of squared blocks, loopholed for shooting 

 through. Six white men live here, and the 

 Indians on the reservation are the Des Chutes 

 tribe; they cultivate a small quantity of ground 

 very badly. All hands are in a great state of 

 ferment. A band of Snake Indians have just 

 made a raid on the reservation, driven off seven- 

 teen head of stock, and are hourly expected to 

 return. This is cheering, considering I must pass 

 the night here. But, luckily, no Indians came. 



May 30th. I should be seventy miles from 

 the camp I am to join ; start with one man as a 



