t in your father's lodge, surely, for when strange chi

as he went back through 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 h

ey me. Now, listen while I tell you wha

hips, and the enmities she must urge on her husband, when he became war-chief and was carrying on her father's work; and in

ibe beyond the mountains had come to see him. Then her father left her; but Wallulah

us; she was thinking of Snoqualmie, the handsome stately chief whom 86 she had see

s to be given, was one of the most cruel and inhuman of men, terri

he Asiatic type of countenance shown by many of the natives, prove such wrecks to have been frequent in prehistoric times. One of the most romantic stories of the Oregon coast is that which the Indians tell of a buried treasure at Mount Nehalem, left there generations ago by shipwrecked men of strange garb and curious arms,-treasure which, like that of Captain Kidd, has been of

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