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arriving at Chehalis John kindly 

 invited me to stop over night with him, 

 but I declined with thanks. I went into 

 his house, however, to wait while he got 

 ready to take me down to Barker's. It 

 was the same type of home that nearly 

 all these Indians have a large clap- 

 board building about eight feet high, with smoked 

 salmon hung everywhere and a fire in the centre 

 of the room, which, by the way, was more of a 

 smoke than fire, curing the winter provender. A 

 pile of wood lay in one corner of the room, some 

 empty barrels in another, fish-nets were bung in still 

 another, and the family lived, principally, in the 

 fourth. John lives with his father-in-law, mother-in- 

 law, two brothers-in-law, one sister-in-law, his wife 

 and three papooses. Blankets, pots, tinware and 

 grub of various kinds were piled up promiscuously in 

 this living corner, and the little undressed kids hov- 

 ered and shivered around the dull fire, suffering from 

 the cold. We were soon in the canoe again, en route 

 to the steamboat landing, where we arrived soon after 

 dark. I regretted to part with John, for I had found 

 him a good, faithful servant and staunch friend. I 

 was glad to get rid of Seymour, however, for I had 

 learned that he was a contemptible sneak, and told 

 him so in as many words. 



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