After a restless night, we started, traveling against a strong and almost overpowering current by daylight. Crossing to the north side, not far from our camp, we passed a small rocky height called Coffin Rock or Mount Coffin. All over this rock - top, sides, and bottom - were placed canoes of all sorts and sizes.
Not far from Mount Coffin, on the same side, was the mouth of a small river, called Cowlitz by the natives. Passing Deer's Island, we encamped at the mouth of the Willamette. The waters of the Columbia are very high this year. At the mouth of the Willamette commences the great Columbian Valley of Lewis and Clark. In the present state of flood, surrounded on all sides by woods, the outlook is not fascinating. The Indians appeared very numerous in several villages.
