The Log School-House on the Columbia

soul as mental endowments. He was used to the oratory of Henry Ware and young Edward Everett, and had known Charles Sumner and Wendell

rly years. There was an enthusiasm for missions in the churches of Boston then, and he began to dream of Oregon and the mysterious empire of the great Northwest, as pictured by the old schoolmaster, Kelley; just at this time came Dr. Whitman to the East, half frozen from his long ride, and asked to lead an emigration to Walla Walla, to save the Northern empire to the territory of the States. He heard the doctor's

of the soil. Here were mountains grander than Olympus, and harbors and water-courses as wonderful as the ?gean. He was almost a

allup Glacier

He had shown him what an advantage it would be to the young chief to understand more thoroughly Chinook and English. He was wise and politic in the

ll see the world in ourselves. I will educate the boy, and his father will protect the school. The Indian heart is hot and revengeful, but it is honest and true. I intend to be honest with the Indians in all things, and if there should

uncovered head, an unexpected event

and "U

f the chiefs of the Cascades; and beside him walked his only son, the Ligh

as a lover of Nature, and every shining cloud to his eye was a chariot. He personified everything, like the ancient Greeks. He talked in poetic figures; to

, or rather of the treatment which the medicine-men had used in the disease, which w

y son, Benjamin. The two were seldom separated. To ma

ched the court

l be the heart of my people when my suns are all passed over and my stars gone out. Will you teach him to be a goo

low, and took the In

ck and lustrous, and his lips noble and kindly. He wore a blanket over his shoulders, gathered in a long sash, ornamented with shells, about his loins, and a crest of eagle plumes and shells on his head indic

th my eye upon the future; the work of my life is to lead people to follow their better natures and to be true to their best selves. There is a good angel in all men here"-he put his hand on h

elieved goodness to be immortal. The regions of the Cascades were indeed beautiful with their ancient forests and gleaming mountain walls, but he ha

the tall schoolmaster had shown to the chief and his son. She walked about restlessly, cut a rod from one o

Know Injuns-you don't. You are young, but 'tain't best for you to eat all your apples green. I've always been very particular

said. He suspected her ill-will toward him from her ma

hin lips were pressed together; the passion of anger was po

n discovered by the son of the chief. The danger to which she had exposed herself made her nerv

, and govern your school like a man. If I were a teacher, I'd make my sc

had conceived the idea that the offer of the rod somehow meant enmity to him. He seized the rod from behind

icum, don't

rade language had become common to all the tribes on the Columbia. The

ic figure, which excited the tremulous admiration and wonder of the little gr

man!" (

oad sun-bonnet, revealing her gray hair, and assumed an appearan

any impudence from anybody. I've had to fight the whole wor

od out of the you

n's eye

"I am an Umatilla. Siwash (Indian) will

turned Mrs. Woods,

applied to an Indian, and, when it is used, it invites the most deadly revenge. The word h

ered her prudence. She struggled with herself, and was silent for a few moments. But, s

s Umat

pped forward and

id Benjamin. "There a

!" said t

eaks," continued Be

wn the trail, and the sight seemed to fill Benjamin with a mysterious delight. Mrs. Woods saw them with secret fear, and the ma

art from the group and lifte

ight morning air. It seemed lik

sic arose like a sweet memory of

ore sweet and entrancing. The anger went out of Benjami

ed the mysterious legends of the Umatillas, the mysteries of life, and the glory of the heroes who slep

Woods turned away slowly, with a word of advice to Gretchen

he said, "and remember your brin

e wood, and stopped on the way. But her steps were growing rapid, and, as she did not seem to regard him as a matt

Cascades. He had come toward the school-house with high hopes, and what had happened caused him pain.

d the master. "Umatilla, will you no

wait for him outside. Boston tilicum, let

d a good

n tilicum-father. I want you to teach

I unde

her-you, Bos

I will be a father tea

day. You u

I unde

understand. What I want my boy to bec

. I will be to your boy what you may have him become. The Ind

ew his blanket r

ouble comes, I will protect you and the log schoo

schoolmas

aid the chief. "Potlatch shall no har

tried to calm her excited mind b

y partners

s in the w

your bod

lem, a good omen, and her spirit became quiet and happy amid all the contradictions of her r

Injuns; nev

express her better self; to correct the rude tendencies of her nature. Had she been educated in her early days, this tendency to self-correction would have made her an ideal woman, bu

notwithstanding the missionary labors of the Rev. Jason Lee. The first Indian that ma

never seen a saw before, and, as it seemed to him to be a part of the woman herself, he approached h

to take breath, looked up, beheld the tal

njure!" said the I

recalled her resolution. She lifted her hand, and, pointin

aw

h of the saw through the wood. It was a hot day; the poor Indian soon

weep of her hands, as though some my

d the Indian's only thought seemed to be how to escape. Mrs. Woods held him in her power

last gaspe

Woods; then turned aw

aw with him. She never beheld either again, and it was a long time before any Indian appeared at the cle

ments in Oregon, and Mrs. Woods did not soon forgive the Indian for

ite likely would soon after be heard singing on

ia's wide-sp

heralds of

ed man, wil

Immanue

poetry, was v