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= go up or to go down, was, for the time, alike impossible. One of my 
mpanions was chilled ‘nearly to insensibility, but we struggled i 
the a for hours, unwilling to be defeated in our purpose to 
the s 
when, leaving the gorge, the w way makes a détour to the south to gain 
the samenit ridge. Here i is the celebrated “ tana Hill.” For three or 
en of the main eas f the Deschutes river and one of the Clacka- 
, and which nearly cobdiitaihes the dividing ridge of the mountain. 
cae erected here a hut of boughs and gathered fuel for a large fire 
during the night, we spread our blankets on the ground — slept well 
until the morning. e picketed our horses in this place. At seven 
oelock of Thursday we were ready for the ascent. For tbe first mile 
and a “oe = ascent was very gradual and easy, over a bed of volcanic 
rock, decayed and intermixed with ashes. Huge rocks stood here and 
there, pee reecianill a stunted oe found a precarious footho 
some beautiful variegated mosses were also seen clinging to little knolle 
of sand. We soon reached the foot "of a broad snow-field, which sweeps 
around the south side of the mountain several miles in length, and ex- 
eee. upward to the immediate summit. The first part of this richmond 
‘nda the footsteps’ nnivertains: Near’ the upper edge is field of 
_ Snow, the dee gorges fi from which flow affluents of the streams De- 
hutes 
se on the right, and Sandy river on the left, a ee each other 
and seem to cut Dae into the very foundation of the mountain. The 
