's hair is
turnin' gray, and I never knew any one's gray hair to turn young again."

She sat in the twilight crying over herself, and at last sang the mournful
minor measures of a very quaint old hymn with a peculiar old history:

"From whence doth this union arise
That hatred is conquered by love?
It fastens our souls in such ties
As distance and time can't remove."

The October moon came up larger and larger night by night. It stood on the
verge of the horizon now in the late afternoon, as if to see the
resplendent setting of the sun. One wandered along the cool roads at the
parting of day between the red sun in the west and the golden moon in the
east, and felt in the light of the two worlds the melancholy change in the
atmospheres of the year. The old volcanoes glistened, for a wintry crust
was widening over their long-dead ovens. Mount Saint Helens, as the far
range which led up to the relic of the ancient lava-floods that is now
known by that name was called by the settlers, was wonderfully beautiful
in the twilights of the sun and moon. Mount Hood was a celestial glory,
and the shadows of the year softened the glimmering glories of the
Columbia. The boatman's call echoed long and far, and the crack of the
flint-lock gun leaped in its reverberations from hill to hill as though
the air was a succession of hollow chambers. Water-fowl filled the streams
and drifted through the air, and the forests seemed filled with young and
beautiful animals full of happy life.

CHAPTER XIV

THE POTLATCH.

A potlatch among the tribes of the Northwest means a feast at which some
wealthy Indian gives away to his own people or to a friendly tribe all
that he has. For this generosity he becomes a councilor or wise man, or
judge, an attendant on the chief in public affairs, and is held in
especial honor during the rest of his life.

To attain this honor of chief man or councilor, many an ambitious young
Indian labors for years to amass wampum, blankets, and canoes. The feast
at which he exchanges these for political honors is very dramatic and
picturesque. It is usually held at the time of the full moon, and lasts
for several days and nights. One of the principal features is the
_Tamanous_, or Spirit-dance, which takes place at night amid blazing
torches and deafening drums.

A chief rarely gives a Potlatch; he has no need of honors. But Umatilla
desired to close his long and beneficent chieftainsh