ɐpˈæɹəntli sˈæɾɪsfˌaɪd ðæt hiː hæd fʊlfˈɪld hɪz ˈɔːɹdɚz ɪn ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹdz tə bˈɪldɪŋ ɐ ɹˈoʊd ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈaʊntɪnz, mə klˈɛlən kəntˈɪnjuːd hɪz dʒˈɜːni nˈɔːɹθ, æntˈɪsᵻpˌeɪɾɪŋ hɪz ʌpkˈʌmɪŋ ɹˈɑːndɪvˌuː wɪð ɡˈʌvɚnɚ stˈiːvənz hˌuː wʌz wˈɜːkɪŋ hɪz wˈeɪ wˈɛst fɹʌm mˌɪnɪsˈoʊɾə.
Apparently satisfied that he had fulfilled his orders in regards to building a road over the mountains, McClellan continued his journey north, anticipating his upcoming rendezvous with Governor Stevens who was working his way west from Minnesota.