The Log School-House on the Columbia

and I will come to visit you." Such were the words of Mrs. Woods,

pipes; of odd, curious feathers, and beautiful shells and feather-work and pearls. But, though all things here were rude and primitive, the old chief had a strong poetic sense, and the place and the arrangement of everything in it were very picturesque in its effect, and would have delighted an artist. On a hill near were grave-posts, and a sacred grove, in which were bark coffins in trees. Near by was an open field where the India

old woman partly demented, and Benjamin, who was

child or a doll. Benjamin was about to take as his bride an Indian girl wh

happy by the sight of her white face, and she did all that she could in her simple way to make her welcome. She gave her ornaments of shells, and poin

the old chief said: "It is the voice of the Mercif

he Potlatch, to make it an object of wonder and veneration for a t

air Cloud used to play upon it, or rather shake it in a rhythmic way. There was al

upon t

rum 'tis

un goes ou

rum 'tis

èd lightni

rum 'tis

upon

he clouds;

um 'tis y

cades, and many tribes that were scarcely more than families. They were for the most part friendly with each other, and they found in the Oregon or Columbia a common fishing-ground, and a water-way to all thei

t the Japanese winds ate up the snows, and the ponies grazed out of doors in mid-winter, and spring c

illage on t

he passes Mamaloose, or the Island of the Dead. He died in California, and his last request was that he might

h in the Columbia, and the withered

who brought her old, withered father strapped upon her back.

ally entertained at a feast, and in the evening

dance, was curious, and it was accompanied by striking the hand

ble a frie

would have

here

is linke

ke a frien

here

ot brothe

not mee

here

, we bro

heart sin

here

, we bro

u not a

here,

thing that she feared most was the promised visit of Mrs. Woods. She was sure that her

ways. The family gave him a seat outside of the tent, and gathered around hi

the old chief was, "Is Eagle's Plume

ust always keep his better self. The world would be good if

es

elf first; obey the will of

w can we kno

ds. Forgive, and so make bad people goo

o you see?"

man means. But white man d

what do you say?"

eart when he cheats and kills. It is

hine on the peaceful river. Benjamin will learn. I go away when the swallows go, and no more come when the swal

s seemed to regard Gretchen with suspicion. When any asked her to play for them, the old chief woul

en living in terror of the threatened events of the October feast, and yet she wished to make the Indians beli

way. Benjamin watched her nervous motions, and felt that they implied a want of respect, and he

omed Mo

nd of the Indian races; Lee, who had beheld Oregon in his early visions, and now saw the future of the mountain-domed country in dreams; sharp-tongued but industrious and warm-hearted Mrs. Woods; the musical German girl, with memories of the Rhine; and the Indian chief and his family. The Columbia rolled below the tall palisades, the opposite bank was full of cool shadows of overhanging rocks, sunless retreats, and dripping cascades of glacier-water. Afar loomed Mount Hood in grandeur unsurpassed,

lights the sun, and lifts his wings for a shadow, and breath

I leave my mission work to see what great resources here await mankind. I do it only for the good of others-something with

ng colonies here to rob them of their lands and rights. I can respect the missionary, but not the pione

our house with our own hands, and I made my garden with my own hands, and I have defended my property with my own hands against bears and Injuns, and have kept husband to work at the block-house to earn money for the day of trouble and helplessness that is sure some day to come to us all. I r

ou have a different temper and tongue. There are black wings in the sky, and y

or poles which were hung with Potlatch masks-fearful and merciless visages, fit to cover the faces of crime. She had heard that Umatilla would never put on

s promised me protection. He has promised to protect the school. I can trust a man who never wears a mask. Most people wear masks-Death takes the

illa, "you are wearing

can trust

lease me for y

illa, I can tr

h an empty hand. I have tried to make my people better.-Brother Lee, you have come here to instruct me

f. They expected that he would speak in a parable

OLF B

d to admit the air. The winds of the seas came and revived him, a

life whence I came. Give yourself to those who need

r brother. Give him your love, or for want of it he

the father died at sunset, and went

, after his death, the oldest son sought the villages and he desired to live in them.

he said to her little brother: "I am going away to find our brother who has take

n the villages, a

them, and the mother-wolf seemed so friendly that he visited her daily. So he made the acquaintance of the great wolf

little boy saw his brother fishing and his sister weaving

" said they, sorry that they

ther be a wolf. The wolves ha

brot

bro

tur

tur

a w

ade m

si

sis

tur

tur

a w

ade m

orgive me," said the

te now. See,

th the pack of wolves, and

le when I am gone, lest they b

people when I am gone, lest they

ster had been listening to the story. The old chief bent his eye upon him, and said, "And, Boston til

it is a solemn hour; the voic

she raised it to her arm, and the strains of some old German m

around this," said the old ch

of Mount Hood were flushed with crimson-a sea of glass mingled with fire. It was a pastoral scene; in it the old history

thed the vital air. The Columbia is a mile wide in some places, but it narrows at the Dalles, or shelves and pours over the stone steps the gathered force of its many tides and

rag arose solit

es of the long day had gone down, and the stars ca

g. "I have been thinking what it is that makes the music in the violin. Let us t

in and play to you,

y, and we will talk. You shall sit down at my feet

t his feet and tuned it. She then drew her

it. It is beautiful. But

-don't

w, and again lifted

t the bow-somethi

str

hing behind

inger

hing behind

ead-h

hing behi

he

ething beh

I

t I can not see. I am going away, girl-going away to the source of the stream. Then I will know everything good is beautiful-it is good that makes you beautiful,

r lips and kissed it. The chief

spirit, that I am in a haste to

g of the waters, as the river glided down the shelves, and both of them felt th

ef rose, an

e voice of the good spirits ask it-the All-Good asks it-I shall go

true calling in life coming upon her, as i

isfied, and said: "It is

imitate a bird's call to designate a bird, and the gurgle of water when speaking of a running stream.

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