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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 | 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 
