268 MULE-HUNTING EXPEDITION. 
CHAPTER XI. 
CROSSING THE KLAMATH RIVER—HOW TO SWIM MULES— 
SIS-KY-OUE INDIANS—EMIGRANT FORD — TROUT BALING — A 
BEAVER TOWN—BREEDING-GROUNDS OF THE PELICANS AND 
VARIOUS WATER-BIRDS—PURSUED BY KLAMATH INDIANS— 
INTERVIEW WITH CHIEF—THE DESERT PRONG-HORNED ANTE- 
LOPES—-ACORNS AND WOODPECKERS—-YELLOW-HEADED BLACK- 
BIRDS—SNAKE SCOUT—ARRIVAL AT CAMP OF COMMISSION— 
END OF JOURNAL. 
May 17th.—Leave this sandy waste, cross over 
a low divide, and descend into a narrow gulley, 
named Bogus Hollow. Creep along between high 
cragey peaks for ten miles to reach the Klamath 
river, a wide, rapid stream that I have to cross, 
but how, just now is apuzzler. The banksare high; 
not a tree grows along its sides, or near by, where- 
with to make either canoe or raft. I follow on its 
course for eight miles; the river makes a sudden 
bend, and in the angle on the opposite side I can 
see the charred remains of a log-shanty, amidst a 
clump of trees, one of which has been felled so as 
to fall across the river, and forms a rude foot- 
