fascinating accent imaginable. “Throw me into prison,

I fear we should have been received at their village in a very

>From the upper Klamath Lake we marched over the divide and down the

valley of the Des Chutes River to a point opposite the mountains

called the Three Sisters. Here, on September 23, the party divided,

Williamson and I crossing through the crater of the Three Sisters and

along the western slope of the Cascade Range, until we struck the

trail on McKenzie River, which led us into the Willamette Valley not

far from Eugene City. We then marched down the Willamette Valley to