Leaving there our canoes, because we could not drag them (as we attempted) through the forest, we crossed the woods in the darkness, tearing ourselves with the brush, and reached the schooner, at about two in the morning, benumbed with cold and exhausted with fatigue.
The 18th was spent in getting in the remainder of the lading of the little vessel, and on the morning of the 19th we raised anchor, and dropped down abreast of the Kreluit village, where some of the Indians offering to aid us in the search after our deserters, Mr.Stuart put Mr.
Farnham and me on shore to make another attempt.

We passed that day in drying our clothes, and the next day embarked in a canoe, with one _Kreluit_ man and a squaw, and ascended the river before described as entering the Columbia at this place.

We soon met a canoe of natives, who informed us that our runaways had been made prisoners by the chief of a tribe which dwells upon the banks of the Willamet river, and which they called _Cathlanaminim_.

We kept on and encamped on a beach of sand opposite _Deer island_.

There we passed a night almost as disagreeable as that of the 17th-18th.