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consequence, stories of adventure and the news of the 

 day were all eagerly devoured. 



After leaving " Eighty-three-mile House " early in 

 the morning, we saw a white man just arising from the 

 ground a short distance from the road, where he had 

 spent the night. He had no tent over him or blanket 

 under him, but he had gathered a few branches in lieu 

 of a mattress, built a little fire, which was yet smoulder- 

 ing as we passed, and with his rifle lying by his side he 

 had thus passed the night. 



Further on we saw many groups of Siwash Indians 

 bucks, squaws and papooses some seated around 

 camp-fires eating their morning meal, and some appar- 

 ently sound asleep. Their cayuse ponies were tethered 

 close by the camp-fires, while the dogs were huddled 

 together near their masters. All of these many groups 

 of Indians were migrating south for the winter. 



Now and then we would notice a Chinaman, or per- 

 haps a pair of them, bunking with the red men, or 

 traveling with them in their wagons. The Chinamen 

 seem to get along very well with the aboriginals, and 

 the mingling of the races excites no comment. 



We came to an Indian reservation, where the occu- 

 pants were all dressed in gala attire. Their horses 

 were hitched to fences and trees, and the men, the 

 squaws and the children were laughing and apparently 

 in rare good humor. Upon inquiry we were informed 

 that the day was a holiday ; that the priest was to be 





