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The
Corps often stopped sometime during the day to cook some freshly killed
meat for a late breakfast or lunch. Our little flotilla pulled ashore
every day at some inviting location. We had our food with us. This
little cove provided a shady cottonwood tree under which to spread
our fare. It was our final lunch before landing at McCllend Ferry.
A reminder; I'm presenting this section in reverse for the Lewis &
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