le, the chief, "Old Angeline"; and gathered original stories in
regard to the pioneers of the Puget Sound country from many sources. In
this atmosphere the legend grew upon me, and the outgrowth of it is this
volume, which, amid a busy life of editorial and other work, has forced
itself upon my experience.

H.B.

28 WORCESTER STREET, BOSTON, July 4, 1890

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER

I. GRETCHEN'S VIOLIN

II. THE CHIEF OF THE CASCADES

III. "BOSTON TILICUM"

IV. MRS. WOODS'S TAME BEAR, LITTLE "ROLL OVER"

V. THE NEST OF THE FISHING EAGLE

VI. THE MOUNTAIN LION

VII. THE "SMOKE-TALK"

VIII. THE BLACK EAGLE'S NEST OF THE FALLS OF THE MISSOURI

IX. GRETCHEN'S VISIT TO THE OLD CHIEF OF THE CASCADES

X. MRS. WOODS MEETS LITTLE "ROLL OVER" AGAIN

XI. MARLOWE MANN'S NEW ROBINSON CRUSOE

XII. OLD JOE MEEK AND MR. SPAULDING

XIII. A WARNING

XIV. THE POTLATCH

XV. THE TRAUMEREI AGAIN

XVI. A SILENT TRIBE

XVII. A DESOLATE HOME AND A DESOLATE PEOPLE

XVIII. THE LIFTED CLOUD--THE INDIANS COME TO THE SCHOOLMASTER

HISTORICAL NOTES.

I. Vancouver

II. The Oregon Trail

III. Governor Stevens

IV. Seattle the Chief

V. Whitman's Ride for Oregon

VI. Mount Saint Helens

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

Gretchen at the Potlatch Feast E. J. Austen (Frontispiece)

Indians spearing fish at Salmon Falls

"Here were mountains grander than Olympus."
The North Puyallup Glacier, Mount Tacoma

In the midst of this interview Mrs. Woods appeared at the door of
the cabin A. E. Pope

The eagle soared away in the blue heavens, and the flag streamed
after him in his talons E.J. Austen

The mountain lion D. Carter Beard

An Indian village on the Columbia

Afar loomed Mount Hood

A castellated crag arose solitary and solemn

At the Cascades of the Columbia

Multnomah Falls in earlier years.
Redrawn by Walter C. Greenough

The old chief stood stoical and silent. E. J. Austen

Middle block-house at the Cascades

CHAPTER I.

GRETCHEN'S VIOLIN.

An elderly woman and a German girl were walking along the old Indian trail
that led from the northern mountains to the Columbia River. The river was
at this time commonly called the Oregon, as in Bryant's poem:

"Where rolls the Oregon,
And no sound is heard save its