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"The faain the cry of

the passing fur post, looking eastward at the caravan of the west-bound

plows; much the same here at old Fort Hall, on the Snake River, as it

was at Laraer on the waters tributary

to the Green

The company clerks who looked out over the sandy plain sawIn tiate train

come on, slowly, steadily, and deploy for encaons, their double covers stained, ood Then they saw scores of the

e into the post

It was now past ust, and

the Wingate wagons had covered sohty --more than three e over the

Appalachians, two generations earlier, wholly pales

What did they need, here at Fort Hall, on the Snake, third and last

settleer and exhaustion?

They needed everything But one question first was asked by these

travel-sick ho people: What was the news?

News? How could there be nehen almost a year would elapse before