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02082 7 spend the night, for Indian fires were seen and tracks fresh and plentiful. I had come to the conclusion that
the party had gone north (and not west), so at daylight I struck out east with all haste, but found no trail. Then I bore
south till I found the camping ground where I left the party the day before. But the party had changed direction, followed
an Indian path 02082 8 down into the deep canon diacritic , and scaled the canon diacritic wall on the south side of
the Stanislaus. As I climbed along their rugged trail I found several horses and mules had given out (too weak to go farther)
and been left to the mercy of the Indians who were cutting them to pieces even when standing and alive unable to run or kick.
My rifle I carried cocked in my hand; but, though