In one place, a nest of them lay coiled together, basking in the sun.

Several guns loaded with shot were discharged at them, and thirty-seven killed and wounded.

To prevent any unwelcome visits from them in the night, tobacco was occasionally strewed around the tents, a weed for which they have a very proper abhorrence.
On the 28th of July the travellers arrived at the mouth of the Wallah-Wallah, a bright, clear stream, about six feet deep, and fifty-five yards wide, which flows rapidly over a bed of sand and gravel, and throws itself into the Columbia, a few miles below Lewis River.

Here the combined parties that had thus far voyaged together were to separate, each for its particular destination.
On the banks of the Wallah-Wallah lived the hospitable tribe of the same name who had succored Mr.Crooks and John Day in the time of their extremity.

No sooner did they hear of the arrival of the party, than they hastened to greet them.