Again, war might break out in Oregon, and the government at Washington could not know that fact.
The mild winter wore away, and I learned little.

Spring came, and still no word of any land expedition out of Canada.

We and the Hudson Bay folk still dwelt in peace.

The flowers began to bloom in the wild meads, and the horses fattened on their native pastures.

Wider and wider lay the areas of black overturned soil, as our busy farmers kept on at their work.