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NARRATIVE AND ITINERARY DIVIDE NORTH OF KLAMATII MARSH. 



Vocabulary of Hie Klamath language Continued. 



E.MJL13H. 



KLAMATH. 



EKOLISH. 



KLAMATH. 



Mother kis-up 



Mountain whal-lace 



Mouth sliura 



Nails staks 



Keck nc-is 



Night pshin 



Nose pshish 



Old man cliick-ah 



Pipe, calumet pa-ux-pox 



Pistol an-co 



Rain klote-sus 



Red tak-tak-o-li 



River ko-kah 



Saddle kok-lus 



Salmon, fish tchi-altz 



Sea an-pu-al-la 



Shirt tsho-lish 



Sky, heaven pit-eye 



Small, little j wik-a-ne 



Snake j kah-is 



Snow ! cha-ish 



Spring schoh 



Star ktsol 



Stick i kose 



Stone, rock ; kty 



Squirrel tsutz-tsac 



Summer pa-ta 



Sun wy-tah 



Thou naw 



Thunder le-mais 



Tobacco kotz-kul 



Toes spal-o-wish 



Tongue ; pa-watz 



Tooth I tote 



Town, village... to-me lat-sus 



Tree ; wah-ko 



Warm walks 



Water am-bo 



White pol-pol-i 



Wind ! scla-wa-is 



Winter : lol-dum 



Woman &amp;lt; schnah-watz 



Yellow.., ... kak-kak-o-li 



August 23. This morning we started with a large retinue of savages. The trail led through 

 open pine timber for about a mile, and then entered a fine, grassy meadow which extended 

 towards the north to Klamath marsh. About three miles from camp we reached Klamath 

 river, here a sluggish stream divided into two branches by a narrow island. The water rose 

 to the backs of the smaller mules, and Lieut. Williamson employed the Indians to transport 

 the packs across in canoes. This the squaws, who perform all the work, did by paddling 

 round the northern end of the island. After paying their husbands with red blankets, beads, 

 and vermilion, which they appear to highly prize, we continued our course through the grassy 

 meadow until we reached a clear, ice-cold stream flowing through open timber. Here we 

 encamped. The brook rose in springs about a mile from where we struck it, according to the 

 report of the guide, who shot three antelopes near its source in the afternoon. 



August 24. This morning the Indians left us. We followed a large but crooked trail 

 through a thick pine forest. Fallen timber of small size somewhat obstructed the way, but 

 there were no hills. The soil was light volcanic ashes, in which the animals sank nearly to the 

 knee if they left the beaten trail. The dust was stifling. About 13.5 miles from camp, we 

 reached the dry bed of a stream which was fringed with willows but entirely destitute of water. 

 About five miles further on we came to a water hole, and, as it was nearly sundown, Lieut. 

 Williamson decided to encamp, although there was no grass. The water was good, but the 

 hole filled slowly, and the supply was scanty. Two more holes were dug a short distance 

 further up the ravine, but most of the animals passed the night suffering from both hunger and 

 thirst. 



August 25. To-day we continued our march through a country similar, in all respects,, to that 



