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lake, out of which pours a rapid stream, two 

 hundred yards in width, and very deep ; camp on 

 its edge, and set to work to discover some means 

 of crossing. 



The smoke of my camp-fire has barely reached 

 above the trees, when Indians are seen coming 

 from all directions, some on horseback, others 

 on foot ; and canoes in fleets dot the lake, that 

 stretches away until lost in the distance, like a 

 fresh-water ocean. I feel very uneasy. The two 

 Sis-ky-oues have gone, vanished mysteriously. 

 Hastily collect dry wood and light a circle of fires, 

 within which I enclose my mules. I am mobbed 

 by ugly half-naked demons, who are evidently 

 doubtful whether to be friends or foes. By aid 

 of my guide, I manage to bargain for two canoes. 



May 20tfi. Never laid down all night. Kept 

 the packers guarding my mules, stationing a 

 man between each of the fires. Indians in full 

 force at sun-up. In two hours cross all my stores 

 in the canoes ; swim the mules, and without any 

 accident we are safely over the river. 



This tribe, the Klamath Indians the chief 

 of whom, Le-lake, is a man of considerable 

 influence number about 2,000, and own large 

 herds of horses and cattle. They are nearly 

 always at war, and are the terror of emi- 



