The log school house on the Columbia : a tale of the pioneers of the great Northwest . ts slow—it will not be long ! The chief sat all night by the body. In themorning he went to his lodge, and the tribe madethe preparations for the funeral, and opened a gravein the earth. CHAPTEE XVI. A SILENT TRIBE. It was sunset on the bluffs and valleys of theColumbia. Through the tall, dark pines and firsthe red west glowed like the lights in an oriel ormullioned window. The air was voiceless. TheColumbia rolled silently in the shadows with ashimmering of crimson on its deep middle long, brown b
The log school house on the Columbia : a tale of the pioneers of the great Northwest . ts slow—it will not be long ! The chief sat all night by the body. In themorning he went to his lodge, and the tribe madethe preparations for the funeral, and opened a gravein the earth. CHAPTEE XVI. A SILENT TRIBE. It was sunset on the bluffs and valleys of theColumbia. Through the tall, dark pines and firsthe red west glowed like the lights in an oriel ormullioned window. The air was voiceless. TheColumbia rolled silently in the shadows with ashimmering of crimson on its deep middle long, brown boats of the salmon-fishers satmotionless on the tide. Among the craft of thefishermen glided a long, airy canoe, with swift pad-dles. It contained an old Umatilla Indian, hisdaughter, and a young warrior. The party weregoing to the young chiefs funeral. As the canoe glided on amid the still fishermenof other tribes, the Indian maiden began to was a strange song, of immortality, and ofspiritual horizons beyond the visible life. TheUmatillas have poetic minds. To them white. Multnomah Falls. A SILENT TRIBE. 205 Tacoma with her gushing streams means a mothersbreast, and the streams themselves, like the Fallsof the distant Shoshone, were falling splen-dors. She sang in Chinook, and the burden of hersong was that horizons will lift forever in theunknown future. The Chinook word tamalameans to-morrow ; and to-morrow, to the Indianmind, was eternal life. The young warrior joined in the refrain, andthe old Indian listened. The thought of the songwas something as follows : Aha! it is ever to-morrow, to-morrow—Tamala, tamala, sing as we row;Lift thine eye to the mount; to the wave give thy sorrow;The river is bright, and the rivulets flow;Tamala, tamala,Ever and ever;The morrows will come and the morrows will go—Tamala! tamala! Happy boat, it is ever to-morrow, to-morrow—Tamala, whisper the waves as they flow ;The crags of the sunset the smiles of light borrow,And soft fr
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