of California, Nevada and Utah as well as the corner of Wyoming--a fairly good record for brave men, who made no pretenses and thought no greatness of daily deeds. The next few years, other men led the Oregon brigade South. Ogden was sent North to open up that Russian strip of coast leading to the interior of British Columbia. Henceforth, he led the canoe brigade to the famous Caribou and Cassiar regions, but he came back to pass his last days in Oregon, where he died on the banks of the Willamette about 1854. Looking back over the plain little man’s plain life, told in plain words without a thought of heroism, I cannot say I am surprised that his numerous descendants and distinguished relatives of the East are as proud of him as other people are of the Mayflower and William the Conqueror. _Notes to Chapter XXXI._--Ogden’s daily journals as sent in to H. B. C. House, London, fill some six or eight note-books--foolscap size--of three hundred pages each. The contents of this chapter are taken entirely from my copies of these daily journals. * * * * * The Jo. Paul and his son, Jo. Paul, were two of the most famous guides and bullies in the West during the last century. Of them both the same story is told: of the father in these H. B. C. journals, of the son in the Oblate Missionary annals. In an article on Père Lacombe, I told the story as of the son. What was my surprise to find the same story turn up in the H. B. C. journals, about Jo. Paul, Sr. Whether father or son, here is the legend of their prowess. In the days when the French bullies used to meet and fight the Orkneymen on the Saskatchewan, Jo. Paul chanced to enter an H. B. C. post. Knowing his fame for strength, the clerk thought to put up a trick on him. A sugar barrel was filled with lead. “There, Jo. Paul,” said the clerk, “lift that barrel of sugar on the counter for me--will you?” Jo. Paul gave it a tug. It did not budge. He gave it another tug. Not a move! Very heavy sugar. Jo. Paul scented a trick. Mustering all his strength, he seized the barrel and hurled it with a slam right on the counter. It splintered through counter and floor to the bottom of the cellar. “_Voila, mon enfant_,” says Jo. Paul with a shrug. Whether the incident occurred with the Jo. Paul whose body lies lonely on the desert river, or the Jo. Paul who guided the Oblates up the Saskatchewan, I do not know, It is just a Jo. Paul legend of those early days. CHAPTER XXXII 1825-1859 MCLOUGHLIN’S TRANSMONTANE EMPIRE CONTINUED--DOUGLAS’ ADVENTURES IN NEW CALEDONIA, HOW HE PUNISHES MURDER AND IS HIMSELF ALMOST MURDERED--LITTLE YALE OF THE LOWER FRASER--BLACK’S DEATH AT KAMLOOPS--HOW TOD OUTWITS CONSPIRACY--THE COMPANY’S OPERATIONS IN CALIFORNIA AND SANDWICH ISLANDS AND ALASKA--WHY DID RAE KILL HIMSELF IN SAN FRANCISCO?--THE SECRET DIPLOMACY.