The fruit trees, which had crossed three ranges of mountains and two thousand miles of unsettled country, now found new rooting.

Streams which had borne no fruit save that of the beaver traps now were made to give tribute to little fields and gardens, or asked to transport wheat instead of furs.

The forests which had blocked our way were now made into roofs and walls and fences.

Whatever the future might bring, those who had come so far and dared so much feared that future no more than they had feared the troubles which in detail they had overcome in their vast pilgrimage.
So we took Oregon by the only law of right.

Our broken and weakened cavalcade asked renewal from the soil itself.