So I sent out a surveying-party to ascertain, and a rough time they
had. It rained almost incessantly; the brush was thick; they lost their
way; it got dark, and they went wandering on till they struck a trail
which led them to a river. "Now we're all right," said the leader;
"this is the Yaquina; the road is on the other side of the creek." So
they struck into the rushing water, then running in flood, and waded
across waist-deep. But no road on the other side; only a dark trail
leading into thick brush. Presently it was pitch-dark, and the surveyor
confessed he did not know where he was; that this was certainly not the
Yaquina, and apparently there was no road. The rain still fell heavily,
and saturated them and their packs. Then one of the horses, which they
were leading along, slipped from the bank into the flooded stream, and
nearly dragged his owner after him. At last they determined to camp.
Not a dry spot and no dry wood could they find. So they lay down under
the shelter of the biggest log, and ate a supper of raw bacon and an
odd lump of stale crust. Not even a match would light, and they staid
out the weary hours of darkness as best they could, wishing for dawn.
With the earliest light they were on foot once more, and, after
wandering a little farther, the leader identified the Rock Creek
Valley, and pointed out the Siletz trail. They had found a route, but
certainly not the route I wanted.
Next I went out myself and questioned the settlers down the road as to
the trails across. At last we struck on what looked from a distance the
lowest gap in the encircling mountains, and made up our minds to keep
on trying for a road through that till we got it, or were satisfied it
was impossible. Perseverance answered, and we struck a trail up the
course of the Yaquina River nearly to its source, and then through some
thick wood to the foot of the mountain, on the other side of which was
the Rock Creek Valley; then up the mountain to the low gap, and thence
the way was plain down into Rock Creek.
[Sidenote: _ROAD-MAKING._]
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