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In the spring I returned, found Mountain Joe ploughing and planting at Soda Springs, and after resting and making arrangements for the further im provement of the ranch, pushed back over the moun tains to my Indians. All were there, Paquita, Klamat, the chief, and his daughter, who, although she was much to me I shall barely mention in these pages. They had learned all about my battle, and I think forgave me whatever blood was on my hands for the part I had borne in the fight, for an Indian is a hero-worshipper of the very worst kind.
