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haw, Tom, haw, Tim," or "gee, Tom, gee, Tim." They 

 were all of them as tame and tractable as a pet dog; and 

 Tim was my pet. When watching the cattle at night, as 

 soon as they lay down to rest, I would lie down by Tim, 

 snuggling up close to his side if the night was chilly, which 

 was always the case when we had reached a high altitude, 

 and I would immediately fall asleep, to be awakened when 

 Tim made a move to get up to go to feeding. Poor Tim, 

 he fell by the way and did not live to feed in the green pas- 

 tures of the Willamette valley. I hope there is a heaven for 

 all such faithful friends of man, as are our domestic animals, 

 for it seems to me that there would be something lacking 

 to be forever without their devoted companionship. We 

 do not know we cannot tell it may be. 



As intimated, I was a constant source of worry to my 

 cousin, and I think in a less degree to Mr. Knapp. When 

 it was my day to drive, Wesley always stayed near the wag- 

 ons, and never went hunting or exploring, although he was 

 free to do so if he desired. On the contrary, when we 

 reached that interesting country in the upper part of the 

 Platte valley, and so on west, if it was my day off, I was 

 always out with my gun as soon as the train was ready to 

 pull out, and generally was not seen again until after noon, 

 and frequently not till supper time, unless it was my turn 

 to guard the cattle, when I would always get back before 

 camping time. I do not think Mr. Knapp cared anything 

 about it only that, as I was out quite late a few times, he 

 was afraid I would get lost and delay the train. But Wes- 

 ley was one of the cautious kind and was afraid I would 

 break a leg, or that the Indians would get me, or that some 

 other dreadful thing would happen. One night we made 

 camp on the north bank of Malheur river, in extreme east- 

 ern Oregon, and just across the Snake river opposite the 



