The log school house on the Columbia : a tale of the pioneers of the great Northwest . e sunset. There was another guttural sound. Another re-markable life-picture came into view. It was theschool in a silent procession, following the tall masks,out of the forest trail on to the glimmering plain, theadvent of that new civilization before which the for-est lords, once the poetic bands of the old ITmatillas,were to disappear. Over all a solitary eagle beatthe luminous air, and flocks of wild geese madetheir way, like Y-letters, toward the Pnget Sea. The school soon joined the dusky company, andt
The log school house on the Columbia : a tale of the pioneers of the great Northwest . e sunset. There was another guttural sound. Another re-markable life-picture came into view. It was theschool in a silent procession, following the tall masks,out of the forest trail on to the glimmering plain, theadvent of that new civilization before which the for-est lords, once the poetic bands of the old ITmatillas,were to disappear. Over all a solitary eagle beatthe luminous air, and flocks of wild geese madetheir way, like Y-letters, toward the Pnget Sea. The school soon joined the dusky company, andthe pupils stood with uncovered heads around theirYankee pedagogue. But the old chief came each few steps he would stop, fold his arms,and seem lost in contemplation. These pauses werelonger as he drew near the silent company. Except the honks of the pilots of the flocks ofwild geese, there was a dead silence eyes moved, and then furtively, toward theadvancing chief. He reached the grave at last by these slowmovements, and stepped upon the earth that had. A SILENT TRIBE. 209 been thrown out of it, and folded liis arms in viewof all. A golden star, like a lamp in the windowsof heaven, hung over Mount Hood in the fadingsplendors of the twilight, and the great chief benthis eye upon it. Suddenly the air was rent by a wail, and a rat-tle of shells and drums. The body of Benjaminwas being brought out of the lodge. It was borneon a bier made of poles, and covered with boughsof pine and fir and red mountain phlox. It waswrapped in a blanket, and strewn with odorousferns. Four young braves bore it, besmeared withwar-paint. They were followed by musicians, whobeat their drums, and rattled shell instruments atirregular times, as they advanced. They came tothe grave, lifted the body on its blanket from thebier of evergreens and flowers, and slowly loweredit. The old chief stood stoical and silent, his eyefixed on the star in the darkening shadows. The face of B
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