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enced, as twenty-five miles an hour over rough roads caused the trailer 
to heave considerably. Mr. Misner drove one car with the trailer, 
carrying himself and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Vick and Mr. Simmons. The 
other car, driven by Mr. Winslow, followed, enjoying the comment and 
hilarity of the numerous crowds, who gathered as we passed through 
villages and towns to see the trailer and the “donk.” Those who rode 
in the second car claim that some of the performances which they wit- 
nessed were better than any show that was ever staged. Old men and 
women would stand and stare with their mouths open, children would 
yell and cry, and others would enjoy a most hearty laugh; and, while 
the taking of the donkey was considered by many a joke, it proved to 
be one of the most satisfactory arrangements ever planned. 
We did not go the Pacific Highway from Salem, but went through 
- Independence, Corvallis, Monroe, Junction City and from then on fol- 
lowed the Pacific Highway to Roseburg, and from Roseburg we drove 
our cars to Peel, where we left them at the residence of our packer. 
We arrived at Peel about 7 o’clock on the evening of August 12. On 
the following morning, with six pack horses, the “donk” and eight 
riding horses, we hit for our happy hunting grounds, which we found 
twenty-eight miles to the northeast, on the North Fork of the Umpqua, 
on the following day. Our journey through the mountains on our 
pack train was delightful from every standpoint. We traversed a large 
portion of the forest reserve, and the scenery and the water and the 
timber was simply grand. At one point three large bucks came out on 
a point and reviewed our entire company. We also reviewed them, but 
as it was the day before the season opened, we held our peace and 
did not fire, although we all confessed that the temptation was strong. 
Our camp was a model one, each family being housed by itself. 
We had everything convenient, and as soon as established Captain 
Simmons, who bravely led the pack train through the wilds of the 
forest, undertook the capture of some large trout in the Umpqua, but 
our dream of fishing soon faded. The Captain’s catch did not exceed 
the limit. He got four small ones, within the law, however. They 
didn’t even make the frying pan smell, and after several other aitempts 
by other members of the party to capture some of the mountain beau- 
ties, which proved less successful, we devoted our time exclusively 
to hunting, and the only fish caught after that was by the girls, 
who did better than any of the men. Our failure to catch fish we are 
unable to explain, as several members of the party claim to be experts 
with the rod. We got camp meat the first day the season opened, 
but for a few days thereafter did not have very much luck. We got 
some fair shooting, but the party had not yet got their range—either 
that, or some of them had the buck fever; but after we had been estab- 
lished a few days, we had a heavy rain, and from then on things 
happened. In all, we got nine nice ones, two of which were as large 
as I ever saw in the Cascades. One evening one of our party jumped 
four big ones, and in five minutes got seventeen shots and had two 
down, with another wounded one, which, however, we never found, 
although we traced it for a long way by the blood. The next evening 
another one of the party killed the largest deer which has been seen 
in that part of the country for years, near the same place where the 
others were killed the night before. 
It is against the law to hunt with dogs. Our party feels that it 
ought to be against the law to hunt without a dog. In all, we are 
practically certain that we killed five deer which we never got, because 
we did not have a dog to follow them. These five are not included in 
the nine mentioned above. The hunting, on the whole, was hard work. 
The country was rough, and the deer not very thick, but if we would 
