up war and cannibalism, and live in milder fiendishness and growing
love."

Then went up a howl from deviltry. "He would lull us into crafty
peace, that he may kill and eat safely. Death! death to the
traitor!"

And all the legions of fiends, acting with a rare unanimity, made
straight at their intended Reformer.

The Devil pursued a Fabian policy, and took to his heels. If he
could divide their forces, he could conquer in detail. Yet as he
ran his heart was heavy. He was bitterly grieved at this great
failure, his first experience in the difficulties of Reform. He
flagged sadly as he sped over the Dalles, toward the defiles near
the great inland sea, whose roaring waves he could hear beating
against their bulwark. Could he but reach some craggy strait among
the passes, he could take position and defy attack.

But the foremost fiends were close upon him. Without stopping, he
smote powerfully upon the rock with his tail. The pavement yielded
to that titanic blow. A chasm opened and went riving up the valley,
piercing through the bulwark hills. Down rushed the waters of the
inland sea, churning boulders to dust along the narrow trough.

The main body of the fiends shrunk back terror-stricken; but a
battalion of the van sprang across and made one bound toward the
heart-sick and fainting Devil. He smote again with his tail, and
more strongly. Another vaster cleft went up and down the valley,
with an earth quaking roar, and a vaster torrent swept along.

Still the leading fiends were not appalled. They took the leap
without craning. Many fell short, or were crowded into the roaring
gulf, but enough were left, and those of the chiefest braves, to
martyr their chase in one instant, if they overtook him. The Devil
had just time enough to tap once more, and with all the vigor of a
despairing tail.

[Illustration: Along the Columbia River. "A region of surpassing
scenery"

Copyright 1912 by Kiser Co., Portland, Oregon.]

He was safe. A third crevice, twice the width of the second, split
the rocks. This way and that it went, wavering like lightning
eastward and westward, riving a deeper cleft in the mountains that
held back the inland sea, riving a vaster gorge through the
majestic chain of the Cascades, and opening a way for the