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Title: The Columbia River
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Lyman, William Denison, 1852- (from old catalog)
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Publisher: New York and London, G. P. Putnam's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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aking theirway slowly up the impetuous stream toward a boldpromontory where the Indians were stationed. In thebow of the foremost boat was seated Sacajawea, cladin her bright red blanket, and gazing eagerly at thegroup of Indians, thinking it possible that they mightbe of her own tribe. As the boat approached theband, the keen-sighted little Indian woman soon per-ceived that these people were indeed of her own Sho-shone tribe. Quickly disembarking, she made her wayto them, when suddenly her eyes fell upon the chief,Cameahwait. Then to the astonishment of the whitemen who were with her, she broke forth suddenly intoa torrent of tears which were soon changed into joy-ful smiles as the chief, with almost as much emotionas herself, rushed forward to embrace her. She thenexplained to Captain Lewis that Cameahwait was herown brother, whom she had not seen since, as a littlegirl, she had been seized by the JNIandans and carriedinto captivity. Of course there was now the kindliest feeling be-
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Tirzah Trask, a Umatilla Indian Girl—Taken as an Ideal of Sacajawea. Photo, by Lee Moorehotisc, Pendleton. First Steps across the Wilderness 79 tween the party of explorers and the Indians. Theyfound everything that they needed, horses, provisions,and guides, placed at their disposal. They were atthat time, as would be seen by an inspection of themap, at the head waters of Salmon River. Theyhoped that they might find a route down that power-ful stream to navigable water. But the Indians as-sured them that the river was white with foam formany miles and disappeared in a chain of terrific snowymountains. It became necessary, therefore, to find amore northerly route, and on the last day of August,with twenty-nine horses, having bidden a heartygood-bye to the hospitable Shoshones, they turnednorth-westward and soon became entangled in thesavage ridges and defiles, already spotted with snow,of the Bitter Root Mountains. Thej^ were at this time among some of the upperbranches of the secon

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