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7 The Chagris is a diminutive river. I could not help feeling it was but play sailing up it we were boys sporting along a beautiful stream - full of delight with its miniature beauties. Then was all the refinements of nuture bade - uncontrasted with anything huge or sublime. It was a fairy creation like the carvings of a rich moulding - or the ornaments of a Gothic structure. The fragments of a munum - calling only the remembrance of the whole of which they represented a part. The scenery was easy - felt as a glance - enjoyed in each passing moment. We passed several houses - situated on the banks. They looked pleasant. After a run of seventeen miles - our boat had proceeded as far as the river would allow. She drew up by the banks - at a small settlement called Indian Village. We were here to be transferred to bringies. Great was the turmoil of the crowd and haste - for who ever saw travellers and especially Americans that were not always stiring to be first. Now was the fact of difference of language. Any help to the fast passengers. There was no use of scolding - fretting or swearing - the patient boatsman could not understand a word. How I felt again the pleasing position of belonging to a company. Some being left to perform all the common laborer - and some running anxious to seek other interests than personal pleasure. I believe the seeds of dissolution were deeply sown in most of the California Companies - during their journey to that country. Endless dissensions - heart burnings - jealousies and recriminations - marred all peace and enjoyment. I was much amused during the passage up by an incident which occured to the elder Kaskins - and it was too so consonant with the character of the man. Always anxious about the public property - and fearful of loss - he must needs overhaul a portion of it during the passage up. During the midst of the overhauling the boat shot under some trus and there was a cracking and pulling of the branches - we all cried out and ran from under - but Haskins was too intent on his bag - thinking perhaps none of them had a right to endanger him. We called to him but he paid no regard - when on the instant down came a large branch leveling him completely. I thought he was killed but he regained his feet and was quickly absorbed again in his work. He saw none of the beauties others saw.