“Thanks, Petrie,” said Smith—“If you would put

Yamhill, Oregon, when I was stationed there.

The Indians that I had passed at the ford came to the bluff above the

camp, and arranging themselves in a squatting posture, looked down

upon Williamson's party with longing eyes, in expectation of a feast.

They were a pitiable lot, almost naked, hungry and cadaverous.

Indians are always hungry, but these poor creatures were particularly

so, as their usual supply of food had grown very scarce from one

In prosperity they mainly subsisted on fish, or game killed with the