We had tethered our horses under some trees where the snow had been melted, and that night we spread our blankets in a similar spot, kindling a huge fire of hemlock limbs (broken off by the snow), which we piled against a fallen tree. The night was bitter cold, the winds swept around us complainingly, but we slept by the crackling fire as soundly as tired nature can after a day of mountain adventure. Klamath Land has furnished me with memories that will haunt me wherever I shall be. Many besides those I have narrated, but none others so vivid–save the companionship of friends–as those of the ancient gatherings at Yainax and the strange wonderfulness of Crater Lake.
Samuel A. Clarke, Overland Month, December 1873, pages 548-554
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