to the camp and sought his lodge. He heard the
wolves howling on the hills, and a dark presentiment of evil crept
over him.

"It is not to council that these men are going, but to war," he
murmured, as he threw himself on his couch. "God help me to be
faithful, whatever comes! God help me to keep my life and my words
filled with his spirit, so that these savage men may be drawn to him
and made better, and my mission be fulfilled! I can never hope to see
the face of white man again, but I can live and die faithful to the
last."

So thinking, a sweet and restful peace came to him, and he fell
asleep. And even while he thought how impossible it was for him ever
to reach the land of the white man again, an English exploring-ship
lay at anchor at Yaquina Bay, only two days' ride distant; and on it
were some who had known and loved him in times gone by, but who had
long since thought him lost in the wilderness forever.

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[5] See Bonneville's Adventures, chapters xiii, and xlviii.

[6] See Townsend's Narrative, pages 137, 138. Both Lewis and
Clark and Ross Cox substantiate his description; indeed, very
much the same thing can be seen at the Tumwater Fishery to-day.

[7] See Bancroft's _Native Races_, article "Columbians." A bunch
of arrows so poisoned is in the Museum of the Oregon State
University at Eugene.

[8] Irving's "Astoria," chap. xli.

CHAPTER III.

THE GREAT CAMP ON THE ISLAND.

Of different language, form and face,
A various race of men.

SCOTT.

"You say that we shall see the Bridge of the Gods to-day?" asked Cecil
of the young Willamette runner the next morning. "Tell me about it; is
it high?"

The young Willamette rose to his full height, arched his right hand
above his eyes, looked skyward with a strained expression as if gazing
up at an immense height, and emitted a prolonged "ah-h-h!"

That was all, but it was enough to bring the light to Cecil's eyes and
a sudden triumphant gladness to his heart. At last he approached the
land of his vision, at last he should find the bridge whose wraith had
faded before him into the west eight years before!

The Cayuse band had started early that morning. The chief Snoqualmie
was impatient of delay, and wished to be one of the earliest at the
council; he wanted to signalize himself in the approaching struggle by
his loyalty to Mul