If Tam O'Shanter'd had a wheel, and other poems and sketches . our door. Hehad become teacher, guide, philosopher and friend; a per-manent member of our household and fathers unfailingadviser and assistant. Free from all restraint and appre-hension, of any kind, he shone in all the beauty of splendidmanhood, and yet in moments of repose his face wouldmove us to tears, so full was it of utter loneliness. The Indians of the locality held for him a stronginterest, which deepened in time into affectionate made a study of their sign language, history andtraditions, and felt the liveliest
If Tam O'Shanter'd had a wheel, and other poems and sketches . our door. Hehad become teacher, guide, philosopher and friend; a per-manent member of our household and fathers unfailingadviser and assistant. Free from all restraint and appre-hension, of any kind, he shone in all the beauty of splendidmanhood, and yet in moments of repose his face wouldmove us to tears, so full was it of utter loneliness. The Indians of the locality held for him a stronginterest, which deepened in time into affectionate made a study of their sign language, history andtraditions, and felt the liveliest sympathy for them intheir wrongs. One time a tribe from the extreme north-western portion of the territory camped in our valley fora week or more. There was a subdued excitement evi-dent among them, and finally thechief, with whom Ishmael had becomeacquainted, told him the reason for was an impressive sight to- see those two dark, stately figuresstanding face to face; and it musthave been some hidden chord ofkindred sorrow that drew them ISHMAEL, THE EXILE. 135 The chief said that a number of his braves hadbeen for some time along the northern waters of theColumbia, and had there discovered a most wonderfulmirage which they had named the Silent City. Hedeclared that they had been able to distinguish streets,spires and buildings with startling distinctness and fearedthat a mighty city had risen in a night upon their ownlands, and that they should return but to repeat the ex-periences which had so often been their own; to find ablue line of soldiery between them and their huntinggrounds, ready to drive them farther on at point ofgleaming bayonets. There was no city in Alaska of thebeauty and magnitude of the one mirrored in the cloudsand no one had been able to identify it. Ishmael explained the phenomenon as best he could,by telling them that objects 10,000 miles distant mightbe transported in reflection as well as those in the imme-diate vicinity. The India
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