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CRUISINGS IN THE CASCADES. 



the bear then meant to camp there for the night, and 

 as the rain still came down in a steady, heavy sheet, I 

 at once decided that I would not stay out there 

 another night for the best bear skin in the country. 

 Seymour and John held a short consultation, and 

 then John said they would come back and get the skin 

 next day, and take it in lieu of the money I owed them 

 for their services. We struck a bargain in about a 

 minute, and hurried on, arriving at the village just as 

 it grew dark. My rubber coat and high rubber boots 

 had kept me comparatively dry, but the poor Indians 

 were wet to the skin. 



