SUMMER HOME OF RUSSELL HOMAN, 



gret of our entire party, it was nec- 

 essary to have her shot. We were 

 fortunate in having a very saga- 

 cious horse for the leade'r of our 

 pack-train. The skill and tact she 

 displayed in climbing over huge 

 logs, carefully feeling her way 

 down very steep places, through 

 rapidly running streams, and 

 through sink-holes, and at all times 

 making allowance for the size of the 

 pack she was carrying, showed her 

 to be endowed with a great deal 

 more than ordinary horse sense. 



Early the following morning we 

 left Findley's and tramped, up hill 

 and down dale, 7 more miles to 

 " Camp 7," one of the picturesque 

 stopping-places of the O'Neill ex- 

 ploring party. 



We had occasional glimpses of 

 the Skokomish, hundreds of feet be- 

 low but always easily located by its 

 roar. It passed through narrow 

 gorges, with precipitous sides, from 

 100 to over 200 feet in height. One 

 can form some idea of how rapidly 

 the water must run, as in those 7 

 miles the fall is over 600 feet. 



During the day 2 mountain tor- 

 rents, tributaries of the Skokomish, 

 were crossed. At the first some 

 trouble was experienced in getting 

 the horses to ford the rapidly run- 

 ning stream, but the real difficulty 

 was in getting ourselves across. 



This was accomplished at a spe- 

 cially wild place farther down the 

 stream. Here a tree felled over the 

 ravine served as a means of cross- 

 ing. The sensation as one stands 

 on this narrow bridge and gazes into 

 the stream, 100 feet below, is not al- 

 together one of pleasure. We all 

 crossed in safety, but some of the 

 more timorous resorted to other 

 means than walking. 



The next stream, known as 

 "Camp 6" stream, was similarly 

 crossed. Just below where the ford- 

 ing was made, is a series of falls 

 measuring over 200 feet. In cross- 

 ing this stream, on a former trip, 

 Mr. Hopper lost a valued pack- 

 horse. The water was high, the 

 poor animal was unable to keep its 

 footing and was carried over the 

 falls. 



As we proceeded from "Camp 

 7 " toward the interior our trail 

 grew less distinct. We passed 

 through heavy timber, then for a 

 long distance through what is well 

 named " the jungle." This is a piece 

 of low land covered with a heavy 

 growth of all that is disagreeable. 

 Nettles, devil's walking-sticks and 

 salmon-berry bushes predominate. 

 The latter were covered with fruit, 

 and judging from indications this 

 jungle must have been a popular 

 feeding place for bear. 



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