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CEUISINGS IN THE CASCADES 



The long hours until daylight drag slowly by, 'and 

 at last, as the sun tips the distant mountain tops with 

 golden light, we start on our perilous and painful 

 journey to the Indian village and to the steamboat 

 landing. The two red men have rigged a litter from 

 poles and blankets, on which they carry me safely 

 to their homes, and thence in a canoe to the landing 



EN KOUTE TO THE INDIAN VILLAGE. 



below. How the long, tedious journey thence, by 

 steamer and rail, to my own home is accomplished ; 

 how the weary days and nights of suffering and 

 delirium which I endure en route were passed, are 

 subjects too painful to dwell upon. I am finally 

 assisted from the sleeper at my destination. My wife, 

 whom the wire has informed of my misfortune and my 

 coming, is there. She greets me with that fervent 

 love, that intensity of pity and emotion that only a 



