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"Thursday, November 28. Still the rain pours down. Made an early start and landed at Vancouver about time for sunrise...We breakfasted and started for Linton before eleven o'clock...we are now rowing up the pretty Willamette River, about three-fourths of a mile wide...But oh! Stop a little. Is this the Willamette River? No! No? What then? Oh, it is just a slough around an island, and we have been rowing up the Columbia. So they rowed up the stream and back again, like the captain who marched his men up a hill again and commanded, 'As you were.' We got to the Willamette some time in the night."
Entry from pioneer diary.
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