OF SHOOTING AND FISHING 101 
beautiful places in other parts of the world, and 
now only wanted to see Chamberlain Basin. 
We were then in the valley of the Seasash River, 
which flows into the south fork of the Salmon. We 
travelled up this valley for miles before we reached 
the hills. Ascending a heavy grade for an hour 
and then going down for the same length of time, 
we reached Warren. 
Warren is a mining camp of the early sixties. A 
lot of the country has been placer washed and some 
Chinamen are going over part of it a second time. 
The town is built along a creek having the pictur- 
esque name of Slaughter House, and most of the 
dwellings, saloons, etc., are built of logs. Passing 
through it, we camped half a mile beyond, selecting 
a spot by the creek, and at the foot of well-wooded 
hills. Our tents were pitched under the trees, and 
the wagon was unloaded as it could not be taken 
any further, this being the end of the road. The 
night was clear and frosty, but there was an abun- 
dance of wood so we had a splendid fire, and all our 
stores being accessible, the cook provided a wonder- 
fuldinner. After this, the men went to town while 
we sat by the embers discussing the situation, and 
wondering how many heads we had better bring 
out. 
All hands were up early on the morning of the 
22d, and diamond hitches were the order of the day, 
as everything had to be packed. Our men were 
good packers, as they had seen service on the Seven 
Devil and Thunder Mountain trails for years. 
iW hile they were occupied with this work, we visited 
