After a few days at Bridge Creek we joined a pack train going to
Canyon City from The Dalles, and though the road was infested with
savages, who mercilessly slaughtered small parties, we arrived at
the then flourishing mining camp without mishap or adventure.
Canyon City at that time was a typical mining camp. There were
congregated every known character, race, profession and creed.
Under a rough exterior the lawyer, doctor, minister, the rude
western frontiersman and the staid and sober farmer, worked side by
side.
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