SALMON. mt 
pears to have broken its way out through the 
rocks at the falls, and left this flat dry land. 
Patches of wheat and barley are grown, but the soil 
is far too poor to repay the labour of cultivation. 
About three weeks preceding the arrival of 
the salmon, Indians begin to assemble from all 
directions. Cavalcades may be seen, day after 
day, winding their way down the plain; and as 
the savage when he travels takes with him all 
his worldly wealth—wives, children, dogs, horses, 
lodges, weapons, and skins—the turn-out is rather 
novel. The smaller children are packed with the 
baggage on the backs of horses, which are driven 
by the squaws, who always ride astride like the 
men. The elder girls and boys, three or four on 
a horse, ride with their mothers, whilst the men 
and stouter youths drive the bands of horses 
that run loose ahead of the procession. A pack 
of prick-eared curs, simply tamed prairie-wolves, 
are always in attendance. 
A level piece of ground overlooking the falls 
(the descent from which to the rocks is by a zig- 
zag path, down a nearly vertical cliff) is rapidly 
covered with lodges of all shapes and sizes. The 
squaws do the work appertaining to camping, 
and are literally ‘hewers of wood and drawers of 
water.’ The men, who are all, when at the fish- 
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