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heartily, lie may endure an incredible amount of 

 labor and hardship of other kinds. You may tramp 

 all day with your feet wet, and all your clothing 

 wet, if need be, but be sure you crawl into a good, 

 warm, dry bed at night. 



Old Pean complained of feeling unwell during the 

 evening, and in the morning when we got up said 

 he was sick. I prepared a good breakfast, but he 

 could not, or at least would not, eat. Then he told 

 me that he had once fallen down a mountain; that 

 his breast-bone had been crushed in by striking on 

 a sharp rock, and that it always hurt him since 

 when doing any hard work. He said the climb up 

 the mountain with the pack was too hard for him 

 and he was played out, that he could go no 

 farther. 



Here was another bitter disappointment, as we were 

 yet two miles from the top of the mountain, and in 

 going that distance a perpendicular ascent of from 

 2,000 to 3,000 feet must be made. I deliberated, 

 therefore, as to whether I should go up the mount- 

 ain alone and let Pean go back, but decided it 

 would be useless. I could not carry more load than 

 my sleaping-bag, gun, etc., and therefore could 

 bring no game down with me if I killed it, not even 

 a head or skin. Beside, if he went back he would 

 take his canoe, and I would be left with no means 

 of crossing the lake. So the only thing to be done 

 was to pack up and retrace our steps. On our way 

 down we stopped and took the head and skin off of 

 the deer killed the day before, and I carried them 

 to the canoe. Arriving at the lake, we pulled again 

 for Chehalis in a cold, disagreeable rain. I stopped 



