45 JOURNEY TO THE SHORES 
_ bitch, and frequently intermixed with the gay 
yellow flowers of the shrubby cinquefoil. With 
all these charms, the scene appeared desolate 
from the want of the human species. The stili- 
ness Was so great, that even the twittering of the 
whiskey-johneesh, or cincreous crow, caused us to 
Start. Our voyage to-day was sixteen miles on 
a S.W. course. seed 
Sept, 19.—We had much rain during the night, 
and also in the morning, which detained us in our 
encampment later than usual. We set out as 
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