THE CHEMAWA AMERICAN
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Oji.- Boys Abroad
(Continued from page X)
after one wagon came in arid reported
the other wagon broken down, so four
of the party, Larsen, Graham, Smoker
and Sorahah, started back to see what
was .the trouble. So they said, but we
all knew it was the because it was the
lunch wagon that was broken down.
The real cause of the break-down was
never settled, but the crowd was equal
ly divided on two reasons: One was that
Smoker had worn his tennis shoes and
put his No. 8s in the wagon; others said
that Sortor had his nine blankets on the
wagon when he hould have put half of
them on the other wagon.
By the time the argument was over
the other boys had arrived at the scene
of the breakdown and found things in a
bad way. A spring was broken and
some bolts had jarred loose. It looked
hard to do anything, but Graham was a
blacksmith, . Sorahan's brother was a
blacksmith, Smoker's brother's friend
was a blacksmith, and Larsen's father
had seen a blacksmith shop, so with that
much knowledge they thought they
"could fix it. They tightened up the
bolts with their fingers and tied up the
spring with blanket rope and gun rags.
After repairing the wagon they ate and
'' went to steep. - I
While the blacksmithing was going
on there was something doing in camp.
Ben Moore had killed a deer on the way,
Carl Stone came into camp with some
rabbifs, John Taylor bought two chickens,
and "Big Joe" went five miles and
caught five fish five inches long in five
hours and came back carrying them in
his shirt pocket. So there: was meat of
some kind for all.
The following morning the wagon was
repaired and in the afternoon we
started for Slick Rock. Sortor had been
down the creek, or Salmon river, and
forgot the tinie of day. He finally saw
a big fish and tried to make him bite,
but it was a little out of reach of his
bait. He got on the edge and reached
as far as he could, finally reached far
ther when he slipped and went into the
water up to his chin. It was Sortor
whom we met on the road with water
dripping clothes and he asked where we
were going and when we told him to
Slick Rockrhe said: "I've been there."
He had beenjon one slick rock, true
enough, but jiot the right Slick Rock.
We stayed in Slick Rock two days,
but no one else saw it as Sortor did.
The second day we were there a hunting
party started for Bald Mountain. A ins
worth, who is supposed to know the
country, acted as guide. They got near,
the top of the mountain when Ainsworth
got lost and had to go to an old shack
and wake the proprietor up to inquire
where he was. The man came to the
door and said: -"If you go down the trail
about 100 yards you will find a trail to
the left, and if you go down about 50
yards you will find a trail to the right
, taKe that one." We began to look at
one another and he thought we didn't
understand so he took us a couple of
miles on our way to get riu of us.
Sortor and Ain worth found huckle
berries were thicker than deer and
easier to get so they laid their guns on a
log and began to pick berries. We
went into camp without any deer.
The next day we went to the coast.
Sortor and Hugh Jackson were treated
pretty roughly by the waves the first
time they went in. Sortor is a football