Part 8 (1/2)

”What is the naain”

”Snoqualmie, chief of the Cayuses,” faltered her tree of expression caaze that was bent on her

”Now lift your head and hter of a chief

Do not let e while I tell you whom I have chosen”

She lifted her face in a tumult of fear and dread, and her eyes fastened pathetically on the chief

”His name is--” she clasped her hands and her whole soul went out to her father in the aze--”the chief Snoqualht”

Her face was bewilderht, the quick flash of expression which transfigured it in a moment of joy or surprise, came to her, and she raised his hand and kissed it Was that all? Remember she had in her the deep, uish alike in silence She had early learned to repress and control her e now

”Where have you seen Snoquale, surely, for when strange chiefs cahtened bird”

”Once only have I seen hi and confused ”He had come here alone to tell you that soainst you I saw hih the wood to the place where his canoe was drawn up on the bank of the river He was tall; his black hair fell below his shoulders; and his look was very proud and strong His back was to the setting sun, and it shone around hiht he looked like the Indian sun-God”

”I alad it is pleasant for you to obey me Now, listen while I tell you what youthe sweet tumult in her breast, she tried hard to listen while he told her of the plans, the treaties, the friendshi+ps, and the ene on her husband, when he beca on her father's work; and in part she understood, for her ih barbarian dreath, as the sun was setting, one came to tell Multnomah that a runner from a tribe beyond the mountains had come to see him Then her father left her; but Wallulah still sat on the lory of sunset

Her beloved flute was pressed close to her cheek, and her face was bright and joyous; she was thinking of Snoqualmie, the handsome stately chief whom she had seen but once, but whose appearance, as she saw hiirlish heart

And all the tiiven, was one of the rim warriors of the Wauna for his deeds of blood

[1] shi+pwrecks of Asiatic vessels are not unco the present century,--notably that of a japanese junk in 1833, froers were saved at the hands of the Indians; while the cases of beeswax that have been disinterred on the sea-coast, the oriental words that are found ingrafted in the native languages, and the Asiatic type of countenance shown by many of the natives, prove such wrecks to have been frequent in prehistoric tion coast is that which the Indians tell of a buried treasure at Mount Nehalee garb and curious arms,--treasure which, like that of Captain Kidd, has been often sought but never found There is also an Indian legend of a shi+pwrecked white on and Washi+ngton”), who lived long with the mid-Columbia Indians and then left them to seek some settleends point to the not infrequent occurrence of such a wreck as our story describes

[2] Indian name of the Nez Perces

CHAPTER IV

SENDING OUT THE RUNNERS

Speed, Malise, speed; the dun deer's hide On fleeter foot was never tied; Herald of battle, fate and fear Stretch around thy fleet career

SCOTT

At early rove, Multnomah on the seat of the war-chief, and twenty runners before him

They were the flower of the Willamette youth, every one of royal birth, handsome in shape and limb, fleet-footed as the deer They were slender and sinewy in build, with aquiline features and sharp searching eyes