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BY THE SAME AUXnOB.
CECIL DREEME
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Fifteenth Edition.
JOHN BRENT.
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EDWIN BROTHERTOFT
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In Press.
LIFE IN THE OPEN AIR,
AND OTHER PAPERS.
1 Yol. l6mo.
Fifth and concluding volume of Theodore Winthrop's writings.
TICKNOR AND FIELDS, Publishers.
THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE,
ADVENTURES AMONG THE NORTHWESTERN
RIVERS AND FORESTS ;
ISTHMIANA
BY
THEODORE WINTHROP,
AUTHOR OF " CECIL DREEME," " JOHN BRENT," AND
"EDWIN BKOTHERTOFT."
FIFTH EDITION,
BOSTON:
TICKNOR AND FIELDS.
1863.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by
TICKNOR AND FIELDS,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Ma«sachueett8.
University Press.
Welch, Bigelow, and Company,
Cambridge.
CONTENTS.
Paob
L An Entrance 5
U. A Klalam Grandee .... 7
m. Whulge . . . . . . .24
IV. OWHHIGH 63
V. Forests of the Cascadks ... 80
VI. "Boston Tilicum" Ill
Vn. Tacoma * . .123
Vm. SowEE House. — Loolowcan . . 155
IX. Via Mala 177
X. Treachert . . . * . . . 194
XI. Eamaiakan . 213
Xn. Lightning and Torchlight . . . 244
XIII. The Dalles. — Their Legend . . .267
Vocabulary 299
ISTHMIANA 303
THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
I.
AN ENTRANCE,
A WALL of terrible breakers marks the mouth
of the Columbia, Achilles of rivers.
Other mighty streams may swim feebly away
seaward, may sink into foul marshes, may trickle
through the ditches of an oozy delta, may scatter
among sand-bars the currents that once moved
majestic and united. But to this heroic flood
was destined a short life and a glorious one, —
a life all one strong, victorious struggle, from the
mountains to the sea. It has no infancy, — two
great branches collect its waters up and down
the continent. They join, and the Columbia is
born to full manhood. It rushes forward, jubi-
lant, through its magnificent chasm, and leaps to
its death in the Pacific.
Through its white wall of breakers Captain
Gray, with his bark, the Columbia, first steered
6 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
boldly to discover and name the stream. I will
not invite my reader to follow this example, and
buffet in the wrecking uproar on the bar. The
Columbia, rolling seaward, repels us.
Let us rather coast along northward, and enter
the Northwest by the Straits of De Fuca, upon
the mighty tides of an inland sea. We will profit
by this inward eddy of ocean to float quietly past
Vancouver's Island, and land at Kahtai, Port
Townsend, the opening scene of my narrative.
The adventures chronicled in these pages hap-
pened some years ago, but the story of a civilized
man's solitary onslaught at barbarism cannot lose
its interest. A drama with Indian actors, in In-
dian costume, upon an Indian stage, is historical,
whether it happened two hundred years since in
the northeast, or five years since in the northwest
corner of our country.
II.
A KLALAM GRANDEE.
The Duke of York was ducally drunk. His
brother, King George, was drunk — royally.
Royalty may disdain public opinion, and fall as
low as it pleases. But a brother of the throne,
leader of the opposition, possible Regent, possible
King, must retain at least a swaying perpendicu-
lar. King George had kept his chair of state
until an angular sitting position was impossible ;
then he had subsided into a curvilinear droop,
and at last fairly toppled over, and lay in his
lodge, limp and stertorous.
In his lodge lay Georgius Rex, in flabby insen-
sibility. Dead to the duties of sovereignty was
the King of the Klalams. Like other royal
Georges, in palaces more regal than this Port
Townsend wigwam, in realms more civilized
than here, where the great tides of Puget's Sound
rise and fall, this royal George had sunk in abso-
lute wreck. Kings are but men. Several kings
have thought themselves the god Bacchus.
Georcre of the Klalams had imbibed this ambi-
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tious error, and had proved himself very much
lower than a god, much lower than a man,
lower than any plebeian Klalam Indian, — a
drunken king.
In the great shed of slabs that served them for
palace sat the Queen, — sat the Queens, — mild-
eyed, melancholy, copper-colored persons, also,
sad to say, not sober. Etiquette demanded
inebriety. The stern rules of royal indecorum
must be obeyed. The Queen Dowager had suc-
cumbed to ceremony ; the Queen Consort was
sinking ; every lesser queen, — the favorites for
sympathy, the neglected for consolation, — all
had imitated their lord and master.
Courtiers had done likewise. Chamberlain
Gold Stick, Black Rod, Garter King at Arms, a
dozen high functionaries, were prostrate by the
side of prostrate majesty. Courtiers grovelled
with their sovereign. Sardanapalus never pre-
sided, until he could preside no longer, at a more
tumble-down orgie.
King, royal household, and court all were
powerless, and I was a suppliant here, on the
waters of the Pacific, for means of commencing
my homeward journey across the continent to-
ward the Atlantic. I needed a bark from that
fleet by which King George ruled the waves. I
had dallied too long at Vancouver's Island,
under the hot^pitable roof of the Hudson's Bay
A KLALAM GRANDEE. 9
Company, and had consumed invaluable hours
in making a detour from my proper course to
inspect the house, the saw-mill, the bluff, and the
beach, called Port Townsend. These were the
last days of August, 1853. I was to meet my
overland comrades, a pair of roughs, at the
Dalles of the Columbia on the first of September.
Between me and the rendezvous were the leagues
of Puget's Sound, the preparation for an ultra-
montane trip, the passes of the Cascades, and all
the dilatoriness and danger of Indian guidance.
Moments now were worth days of common life.
Therefore, as I saw those winged moments flit
away unharnessed to my chariot of departure, I
became wroth, and, advancing where the king of
all this region lay, limp, stertorous, and futile,
I kicked him liberally.
Yes ! I have kicked a king !
Proudly I claim that I have outdone the most
radical regicide. I have offered indignities to
the person of royalty with a moccasined toe.
Would that that toe had been robustly booted !
In his Sans Souci, his CEil de Boeuf, his Brigh-
ton Pavilion, I kicked so much of a first gentle-
man of his realm as was George R., and no scalp-
ing-knife leaped from greasy seal-skin sheath to
avenge the insult. One bottle-holder in wait-
ing, upon whose head I had casually trodden, did
indeed stagger to his seat, and stammer trucu-
1*
10 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
lently in Chinook jargon, " Potlatch lum ! — Give
me to drink," quoth he, and incontinently fell
prone again, a poor, collapsed bottle-holder.
But kicking the insensible King of the Kla-
lams, that dominant nation on the southern
shores of Puget's Sound, did not procure me
one of his canoes and a crew of his braves to
paddle me to Nisqually, my next station, for a
blanket apiece and gratuities of sundries. There
was no help to be had from that smoky barn or
its sorry inmates, so regally nicknamed by Brit-
ish voyagers. I left them lying upon their dirty
mats, among their fishy baskets, and strode away,
applying the salutary toe to each dignitary as I
passed.
Fortunately, without I found the Duke of
York, only ducally drunk. A duke's share of
the potables had added some degrees to the arc
of vibration of his swagger, but had not sent it
beyond equilibrium. He was a reversed pendu-
lum, somewhat spasmodic in swing, and not con-
structed on the compensation principle, — when
one muscle relaxed, another did not tighten.
However, the Duke was still sober enough to
have speculation in his eyes, and as he was Re-
gent now, and Lord High Admiral, I might still
by his favor be expedited.
It was a chance festival that had intoxicated
the Klalams, king and court. There had been
A KLALAM GRANDEE. 11
a fraternization, a powwow, a wahwali, a peace
congress with some neighboring tribe, — perhaps
tlie Squaksnamisli, or Squallyamisli, or Sinalio-
mish, or some other of tlie Whulgeamish, dwell-
ers by Whulge, — the waters of Puget's Sound.
And just as the festival began,- there had come
to Port Townsend, or Kahtai, where the king of
the Klalams, or S' Klalams, now reigned, a devil-
send of a lumber brig, with liquor of the fieriest.
An orgie followed, a nation was prostrate.
The Duke was my only hope. Yet I must not
betray eagerness. A dignitary among Indians
does not like to be bored with energy. If I were
too ardent, the Duke would grow coy. Prices
would climb to the unapproachable. Any ex-
hibition of impatience would cost me largess of
beads, if not blankets, beyond the tariff for my
canoe-hire. A frugal mind, and, on the other
hand, a bent toward irresponsible pleasure, kept
the Duke palpably wavering. He would joyfully
stay and complete his saturnalia, and yet the
bliss of more chattels, and consequent consid-
eration, tempted him. Which shall it be, " lu-
moti " or " pississy," — bottle or blanket ? revel
and rum, or toil and toilette ? — the great alter-
native on which civilization hinges, as well among
Klalams as elsewhere. Sunbeams are so warm,
and basking such dulcet, do-nothing bliss, wliy
overheat one's self now for the woollen raiment
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of future warmth ? Not merely warmth, but
wealth, — wives, chiefest of luxuries, are bought
with blankets ; with them canoes are bought, and
to a royal highness of savages, blankets ai-e pur-
ple, ermine, and fine linen.
Calling the Duke's attention to these facts,
I wooed him cautiously, as craft wooes coyness ;
I assumed a lofty indifference of demeanor,
and negotiated with him from a sham vantage-
ground of money-power, knowing what trash
my purse would be, if he refused to be tempted.
A grotesque jargon called Chinook is the lin-
gua-franca of the whites and Indians of the
Northwest. Once the Chinooks were* the most
numerous tribe along the Columbia, and the
first, from their position at its mouth, .to meet
and talk with strangers. Now it is all over
with them ; their bones are dust ; small-pox and
spirits have eliminated the race. But there grew
up between them and the traders a lingo, an
incoherent coagulation of words, — as much like
a settled, logical language as a legion of cen-
trifugal, marauding Bashi Bazouks, every man
a Jack-of-all-trades, a beggar and blackguard, is
like an accurate, unanimous, disciplined battal-
ion. It is a jargon of English, French, Span-
ish, Chinook, Kallapooga, Haida, and other
tongues, civilized and savage. It is an attempt
on a small scale to nullify Babel by combining
A KLALAM GRANDEE. 13
a confusion of tongues into a confounding of
tongues, — a witches' caldron in which the voc-
able that bobs up may be some old familiar
Saxon verb, having suffered Procrustean dock-
ing or elongation, and now doing .substantive
duty ; or some strange monster, evidently nur-
tured within the range of tomahawks and calu-
mets. There is some danger that the beauties
of this dialect will be lost to literature,
" Carent quia vate sacro."
The Chinook jargon still expects its poet. As
several of my characters will use this means
of conveying their thoughts to my reader, and
employ me only as an interpreter, I have
thought it well to aid comprehension by this
little philological preface.
My big talk with the Duke of York went on
in such a lingo, somewhat as follows : —
" Pottlelum mitlite King Jawge ; Drunk lieth
King George," said I. " Cultus tyee ocook ; a
beggarly majesty that. Hyas tyee mika ; a mighty
prince art thou, — pe kumtux skookoom ma-
mook esick ; and kuowest how robustly to ply
paddle. Nika tikky hyack klatawah copa Squal-
ly, copa canim ; I would with speed canoe it
to Squally. Hui pississy nika potlatch pe hui
ikta ; store of blankets will I give, and plente-
ous sundries."
14 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
"Nawitka siks; yea, friend," responded the
Duke, grasping my hand, after two drunken
chitches at empty air. " Klosche nika turn turn
copa hyas Baasten tyee ; tender is my heart
toward thee, 0 great Yankee don. Yaka pot-
tlehim — halo nika — wake cultus mann Doo-
keryawk; he indeed is drunk — not I — no
loafer-man, the Duke of York. Mitlite canim ;
got canoe. Pe klosche nika tikky klatawah
copa Squally; and heartily do I wish to go to
Squally."
Had the Duke ' wavered still, and been apa-
thetic to temptation of blankets, and sympathetic
toward the joys of continued saturnalia, a new
influence now brought to bear would have stead-
ied him. One of his Duchesses, only duchessly
intoxicated, came forth from the ducal lodge,
and urged him to effort.
" Go, by all means, with the distinguished
stranger, my love," said she, in Chinook, " and
I will be the solace of thy voyage. Perchance,
also, a string of beads and a pocket-mirror shall
be my meed from the Boston chief, a very gen-
erous man, I am sure." Then she smiled en-
ticingly, her flat-faced grace, and introduced
herself as Jenny Lind, or, as she called it,
" Chin Lin." Indianesque, not fully Indian, was
her countenance. There was a trace of tin in
her copper color, possibly a dash of Caucasian
A KLALAM GRANDEE. 15
blood in lier veins. Brazenness of hue was the
result of this union, and a very pretty color it
is with eloquent blushes mantling through it,
as they do mantle in Indian cheeks. Her fore-
head was slightly and coquettishly flattened by
art, as a woman's should be by nature, unless
nature destines her for missions foreign to femi-
nineness, and means that she shall be an intel-
lectual roundhead, and shall sternly keep a
graceless school, to irritate youthful cherubim
into original sinners. Indian maids are pretty ;
Indian dames are hags. Only high civilization
keeps its women beautiful to the last. Indian
belles have some delights of toilette worthy of
consideration by their blonde sisterhood. 0
mistaken harridans of Christendom, so bounti-
fully painted and powdered, did ye but know
how much better than your diffusiveness of daub
is the concentrated brilliance of vermilion stripes
parting at the nose-bridge and streaming athwart
the cheeks ! Knew ye but this, at once ye would
reform from your undeluding shams, and recover
the forgotten charms of acknowledged pinxit.
At last, persuaded by his own desires and the
solicitations of his fair Duchess, the Duke de-
termined to transport me. He pointed to a
grand canoe on the beach, — that should be our
Bucentaur, and now he must don robes of cere-
mony for the voyage. For, indeed, both ducal
16 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
personages were in deshabille. A dirty shirt,
blue and short, was the Duke's chief habiliment ;
hers, a shirt longer, but no cleaner.
Within his palace-curtains now disappeared
the second grandee of the Klalams, to bedeck
himself. Presently I lifted the hanging mat that
served for door to his shed of slabs, and followed
him. His family and suite were but crapulous
after their less than royal potations. He de-
spatched two sleepy braves to make ready the
canoe, and find paddles.
" Where is my cleanest shirt, Chin Lin ? " he
asked.
" Nika macook lum ; I buy grog with um,"
replied the Duchess.
" Cultus mamook ; a dastardly act," growled
the Duke, " and I will thwack thee for 't"
Jenny Lind sank meekly upon the mud-floor,
and wept, while the Duke smote her with palm,
fist, and staff.
" Kopet ! hold ! " cried I, rushing forward.
" Thy beauteous spouse has bought the nectar
for thy proper jollity. Even were she selfish, it
is uncivilized to smite the fair. Among the
Bostons, when women wrong us, we give pity
or contempt, but not the strappado." Harangues
to Indians are traditionally in such lofty style.
The Duke suffered himself to be appeased,
and proceeded to dress without the missing
A KLALAM GRANDEE. 17
article. He donned a faded black frock-coat,
evidently a misfit for its first owner in civiliza-
tion, and transmitted down a line of deformed
wearers to fall amorphous on the shoulders of
him of York. For coronet he produced no gor-
geous combination of velvet, strawberry-leaves,
and pearls ; but a hat or tile, also of civilization,
wrinkled with years and battered by world-wan-
dering, crowned him frowzily. Black dress pan-
taloons of brassy sheen, much crinkled at the
bottom, where they fell over moccasins with a
faded scarlet instep-piece, completed his costume.
A very shabby old-clo' Duke. A virulent radical
would have enjoyed him heartily, as an emblem
of decay in the bloated aristocracy of this region.
Red paint daubed over his clumsy nose, and
about the flats surrounding his little, disloyal,
dusky eyes, kept alive the traditional Indian in
his appearance. Otherwise he might have been
taken for a decayed priest turned bar-tender, or
a colporteur of tracts on spiritualism, or an ex-
constable pettifogger in a police court. Com-
merce, alas ! had come to the waters of Whulge,
stolen away his Indian simplicity, and made
him a caricature, dress, name, and nature. A
primitive Klalam, clad in skins and undevoured
by the flames of fire-water, he would have done
well enough as a type of fish-fed barbarism.
Civilization came, with step-mother kindness, bap-
18 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
tized him with rum, clothed him in discarded
slops, and dubbed him Duke of York. Hapless
scarecrow, disreputable dignitary, no dukeling
of thine shall ever become the Louis Philippe
of Klalam revolutions. Boston men are coming
in their big canoes over sea. Pikes have shaken
off the fever and ague on the banks of the
muddy Missouri, and are striding beyond the
Rockys. Nasal twangs from the east and west
soon will sound thy trump of doom. Squatters
will sit upon thy dukedom, and make it their
throne.
Tides in Whulge, which the uneducated maps
call Puget's Sound, rush with impetus, rising
and falling eighteen or twenty feet. The tide
was rippling winningly up to the stranded ca-
noes. Our treaty was made ; our costume was
complete ; we prepared to embark. But lo ! a
check ! In malignant sulks, King George came
forth from his mal-perfumed lodge of red-smeared
slabs. " Veto," said he. " Dog am I, and this
is my manger. Every canoe of the fleet is mine,
and from this beach not one shall stir this day
of festival ! "
Whereupon, after a wrangle, short and sharp,
with the Duke, in which the King whipped out
a knife, and brandished it with drunken vibra-
tions in my face, he staggered back, and . again
lay in his lodge, limp and stertorous. Had he
A KLALAM GRANDEE. 19
felt my kick, or was this merely an impulse of
discontented ire ?
Hojv now ? Could we not dethrone the sov-
ereign, and confiscate his property ? There are
precedents for such a course. But savage life is
full of chances. As I was urging the soberish
Duke to revolutionary acts, or at least to a forced
levy from the royal navy, a justifiable piracy, two
canoes appeared rounding the point.
" ' Come unto these yellow sands,' ye brass-
colored braves," we cried. They were coming,
each crew roving any whither, and soon, by the
Duke's agency, I struck a bargain for the leaky
better of the two vessels.
No clipper that ever creaked from statu quo
in Webb's shipyard, and rumbled heavily along
the ways, and rushed as if to drown itself in its
new element, and then went cleaving across the
East River, staggering under the intoxicating
influence of a champagne-bottle with a blue
ribbon round its neck, cracked on the rudder-
post by a blushing priestess, — no such grand
result of modern skill ever surpassed in mere
model the canoe I had just chartered for my
voyage to Squally. Here was the type of speed
and grace to which tlie most untrammelled civ-
ilization has reverted, after cycles of junk, gal-
leon, and galliot building, — cycles of lubberly
development, but full of instruction as to what
20 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
can be done with the best type when it is rea-
soned out or rediscovered. My vessel was a
black dug-out with a red gunwale. Forty feet
of pine-tree had been burnt and whittled into
a sharp, buoyant canoe. Sundry cross-pieces
strengthened it, and might be used as seats or
backs. A row of small shells inserted in the
red-smeared gunwale served as talismans against
Bugaboo. Its master was a withered ancient;
its mistress a haggish crone. These two were
of unsavory and fishy odor. Three young men,
also of unsavory and fishy odor, completed the
crew. Salmon mainly had been the lifelong
diet of all, and they were oozier with its juices
than I could wish of people I must touch and
smell for a voyage of two days.
In the bargain for canoe and crew, the Duke
constituted himself my courier. I became his
prey. The rule of tea-making, where British
ideas prevail, is a rough generalization, a spoon-
ful for the pot and one for each bibber. The
tariff of canoe-hire on Whulge is equally sim-
ple,— a blanket for the boat, and one for each
paddler. The Duke carefully included himself
and Jenny Lind among the paddling recipients
of blankets. I ventured to express the view
that both he and his Duchess would be un-
washed supernumeraries. At this he was indig-
nant. He felt himself necessary as impresario
of the expedition.
A KLALAM GRANDEE. 21
" Wake closcbe ocook olyman si wash ; no good
that oldman savage," said he, pointing to the
skipper. " Yaka pottlelum, conoway pottlelum ;
he drunk, all drunk. Wake kumtux Squally ;
no understand Squally. Hyas tyee Dookeryawk,
wake pottlelum, — kumtux skookoom mamook
esick, pe tikky hyack klatawan copa Squally ;
mighty chief the Duke of York, not drunk, un-
derstand to ply paddle mightily, and want to
go fast to Squally."
" Very well," said I, " I throw myself into
your hands. My crew, then, numbers six, the
three fishy youths, Olyman siwash, Jenny Lind,
and yourself. As to Olyman's fishy squaw, she
must be temporarily divorced, and go ashore ;
dead weight will impede our voyage."
" Nawitka," responded the Klalam, " cultus
ocook olyman cloocheman; no use that oldman
woman." So she went ashore, bow-legged, mo-
notonous, and a fatalist, like all old squaws.
" And now," continued the Duke, drawing
sundry greasy documents from the pocket of
that shapeless draggle-tail coat of his, " mika
tikky nanitch nika teapot; wilt thou inspect
my certificates ? "
I took the foul papers without a shudder, —
have we not all been educated out of squeamish-
ness by handling the dollar-bills of civilization ?
There was nothing ambiguous in the wording
22 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
of these " teapots." It chanced sometimes, in
days of chivalry, that spies bore missions with
clauses sinister to themselves, as this : " The
bearer is a losel vile, — have you never a hang-
man and an oak for him ? " The Duke's testi-
monials were of similar import. They were
signed by Yankee skippers, by British naval
officers, by casual travellers, — all unanimous in
opprobrium. He was called a drunken rascal,
a shameless liar, a thief; called each of these
in various idioms, with plentiful epithets thrown
in, according to the power of imagery possessed
by the author. Such certificates he presented
gravely, and with tranquil pride. He deemed
himself indorsed by civilization, not branded.
Men do not always comprehend the world's cyni-
cal praise. It seemed also that his Grace had
once voyaged to San Francisco in what he called
a " skookoom canim copa moxt stick ; a colos-
sal canoe with two masts." He did not state
what part he played on board, whether cook, cap-
tain, stowaway, or Klalam plenipo to those with-
in the Golden Gate. His photograph had been
taken at San Francisco. This he also exhibited
in a grandiose manner, the Duchess, Olyman
Biwash, and the three fishy si washes examining
it with wonder and grunts of delight.
Now it must not be supposed that the Duke
was not still ducally drunk, or that it was easy
A KLALAM GRANDEE. 23
to keep him steady in position or intention.
Olyman siwasli, also, though not patently in-
toxicated, wished to be, — so did the three un-
savory, hickory-sliirted, mat-haired, truculent si-
washes. Olyman would frequently ask me, aside,
in the strange, unimpassioned, expressionless un-
dertone of an Indian, for a " lumoti," Chinook
jargon for la houteille, meaning no empty bottle,
but a full. Never a lumoti of delay and danger
got Olyman from me. Our preparations went
heavily enough. Sometimes the whole party
would squat on the beach, and jabber for ten
minutes, ending always by demanding of me
liquor or higher wages. But patience and pur-
pose always prevail. At last, by cool urgency,
I got them all on board and away. Adieu
Port Townsend, then a town of one house on a
grand bluff, and one saw-mill m a black ravine.
Adieu intoxicated lodges of Georgius Rex Kla-
lamorum ! Adieu Royalty ! Remember my kick,
and continue to be h'happy as you may.
III.
WHULGE.
According to the cosmical law that regulates
the west ends of the world, Whulge is more in-
teresting than any of the eastern waters of our
country. Tame Albemarle and Pamlico, Chesa-
peake and Delaware, Long Island Sound, and
even the Maine Archipelago and Frenchman's
Bay, cannot compare with it. Whulge is worthy
of the Scandinavian savor of its name. Its cock-
ney misnomer should be dropped. Already the
critical world demands who was " Puget," and
why should the title be saved from Lethe and
given to a sound. Whulge is a vast fiord, part-
ing rocks and forests primeval with a mighty
tide. Chesapeakes and the like do very well
for oyster " fundums " and shad-fisheries, but
Whulge has a picturesque significance as much
greater as its salmon are superior to the osseous
shad of tlje east. Some of its beauties will ap-
pear in this my voyage.
I sat comfortably amidships in my stately but
leaky galley, Bucentaur hight for the nonce.
WHULGE. 25
Olyman siwash steered. The Duke and Duch-
ess, armed with idle paddles, were between him
and me. The fishy trio were arranged forward,
paddling to starboard and port. It was past
noon of an August day, sultry, but not blasting,
as are the summer days of that far Northwest.
We sped on gallantly, paddling and spreading
a blanket to the breeze.
The Duke, however, sogered bravely, and pres-
ently called a halt. Then, to my consternation,
he produced a " lumoti " and passed it. Pota-
tions pottle-deep ensued. Each reveller took one
sixth of the liquor, and, after the Duke's ex-
haustive draught, an empty bottle floated astern.
A general stagger began to be perceptible among
the sitters. Their paddling grew spasmodic.
After an interval I heard again a popping
sound, not unknown to me. A gurgle followed.
I turned. The Duke was pouring out a cupful
from his second bottle. He handed me the cup
and lumoti for transmission to the fishy, forward.
This must stop. I deposited the bottle by my
side and emptied the cup into Whulge. Into
an arm of the Pacific in the far Northwest I
poured that gill of fire-water. Answer me from
the northeast corner, 0 Neal Dow, was it well
done ?
Then raged the siwashes all, from Olyman
perched on high and wielding a helmsman pad-
26 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
die aft, to a special blackguard in the bow with
villain eyes no bigger than a flattened pea, and
a jungle of coarse black hair, thick as the mane
of a buffalo bull. All stowed their paddles and
talked violently in their own tongue. It was
a guttural, sputtering language in its calmest
articulation, and now every word burst forth like
the death-rattle of a garroted man.
Finally, in Chinook, " Kopet ; be still," said
the Duke. " Keelapi ; turn about," said he.
They brandished paddles, and, whirling the
canoe around, tore up the water violently for
a few strokes. I said nothing. Presently they
paused, and talked more frantically than before.
Something was about to happen.
Aha ! What is that, 0 Duke ? A knife !
What are these, 0 dirty siwashes ? Guns are
these, flint-locks of the Hudson's Bay pattern.
" Guns for thee, 0 spiteful spiller of enlivening
beverage, and capturer of a lumoti. Butchery
is the order of the day ! "
" Look you, then, aborigines all. I carry six
siwash lives at my girdle. Tliis machine —
mark it well ! — is called a six-shooter, an eight-
inch navy revolver, invented by Col. Sam Colt,
of Hartford, Conn. God bless him ! We are
seven, and I should regret sending you six others
to the Unhappy Hunting-Grounds of the Kicuali
Tyee, Anglice Devil, the lowermost chieftain.
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Look down this muzzle as I whisk it about and
bring it to bear on each of you in turn. Rifled
you observe. Pleasant, well-oiled click that
cylinder has. Behold, also, this other double-
barrelled piece of artillery, loaded, as you saw
but now, with polecat-shot, in case we should
see one of these black and white objects skulk-
ing along shore. Unsavory though ye be, my
Klalams, I should not wish to identify you in
your deaths with that animaL"
Saying this, with an air of indifference, but
in expressive pantomime, I could not fail to
perceive that the situation was critical. Three
drunken Indians on this side, and two and a
woman on that, and I playing bottle-holder in
the midst, — what would follow ? Their wild
talk and threatening gestures continued. I
kept my pistol and one eye cocked at him of
the old clo', the teapots, and the daguerrotype ;
my other eye and the double-barrel covered the
trio in the bow. This dead lock lasted several
minutes. Meantime the canoe had yielded to
the tide, and was now sweeping on in a favor-
able course.
At last the Duke laid down his knife, Olyman
siwash his gun, the three fishy, ones theirs, and
his Grace, stretching forth an eloquent arm,
made a neat speech. Fluency is impossible in
few-worded Chinook jargon, but brevity is more
potent.
28 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
" Hyas silex nika ; in wrathful sulks am I.
Masatche nika turn turn copa mika ; bitter is
my iieart toward thee. Wake cultus tyee Dooker-
yawk ; no paltry sachem, the Duke of York.
Wake kamooks, halo pottlelum ; no dog, by no
means a soaker. Ancoti conoway tikky mamook
iscum mika copa Squally, — alta halo ; but now,
all wished to conduct thee to Squally ; now, not
so. Alta nesika wake tikky pississy, pe shirt, pe
polealely, pe Kaliaton, pe hiu ikta, — tikky kee-
lapi ; now we no want blankets and shirts and
powder and shot and many traps, — want to
return. Conoway silex, — tikky moosum ; all
in the sulks, — want to sleep."
Whereupon, as if at a signal, all six dived deep
into slumber, — slumber at first pretended, per-
haps to throw me off my guard, perhaps a crafty
method of evading the difficulty of a reconcilia-
tion, and the shame of yielding. So deep did
they plunge into sham sleep, that they sunk into
real, and presently I heard the gurgle of snores.
While they slept, the canoe drifted over
Whulge. Fleet waters bore me on whither they
listed, fortunately whither I also listed, and, if
ever the vessel yawed, a few quiet strokes with
the paddle set her right again. The current
drew me away from under shore, and to the
south, through distancing haze of summer, the
noble group of the Olympian Mountains became
WHULGE. 29
visible, — a grand family of vigorous growth,
worthy more perfect knowledge. They fill tlie
southern promontory, where Whulge passes into
the Pacific, at the Straits of De Fuca. On the
highest pinnacles of this sierra, glimmers of per-
petual snow in sheltered dells and crevices gave
me pleasant, chilly thoughts in that hot August
day. After the disgusting humanity of Knig
George's realms, and after the late period of re-
bellion and disorganization, the calming influ-
ence of these azure luminous peaks, their blue
slashed with silver, was transcendent.
So I sat watchful, and by and by I heard a
gentle voice, " Wake nika moosum ; I sleep not."
" Sleepest thou not, pretty Duchess, flat-faced
one, with chevrons vermilion culminating at thy
nose-bridge ? Wilt thou forgive me for spilling
thy nectar, Lalage of the dulcet laugh, dulcet-
spoken Lalage ? Would that thou wert clean as
well as pretty, and had known but seldom the too
fragrant salmon ! — would that I had never seen
thee toss off a waterless gill of fire-water ! Please
wake the Duke."
The Duke woke. Olyman woke. Woke Kla-
lams one and all. Sleep had banished wrath and
rancor. All grasped their paddles, and, soon
warming with work,, the fugleman waked a wild
chant, and to its stirring vibrations the canoe
shook and leaped forward like a salmon in the
buzz of a tideway.
30 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
We careered on for an hour. Then I sug-
gested a pause and a picnic. Brilliant and
friendly thought, — " Conoway tikky mucka-
muck " ; all want to eat. Take then, my par-
doned crew, from my stores, portions of dried
cod. Thin it is, translucent, and very nice for
Klalam or Yankee. Take also hardtack at dis-
cretion,— "pire sapolel," or fired corn, as ye
name it. Our picnic was rumless, wholesome,
and amicable, and after it paddling and songs
were renewed with vigor. We were not alone
upon Whulge. Many lumber vessels were drift-
ing or at anchor under the opposite shore, loaded
mainly with fir-trees, soon to be drowned as piles
for San Francisco docks. Those were prosper-
ous days in the Pacific. The country which goes
to sea through Whulge had recently split away
from Oregon, and called itself Washington, after
the General of that name. Indian Whulgeamish
and Yankee Whulgers were reasonably polite to
each other, the Pacific Railroad was to be built
straightway, Ormus and Ind were to become trib-
utary. It was the epoch of hope, but fruition
has not yet come. Savages and Yankees have
since been scalping each other in the most un-
civil way, the P. R. R. creeps slowly outward,
Ormus and Ind are chary of tribute. Dreams of
growth are faster than growth.
The persons of my crew have been described.
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They all, according to a superstition quite com-
mon among Indians, declined to give their names,
or even an alias, as other scamps might do, ex-
cept the Duke and Duchess, proud in their foreign
appellatives. I will substitute, therefore, the
names of the crew of another canoe in which I
had previously voyaged from Squally to Vancou-
ver's Island, with Dr. Tolmie, factor of the Hud-
son's Bay Company at the former place. These
were, 1. Unstu or Hahal, the handsome ; 2. Mas-
tu or La Hache ; 3. Khaadza ; 4. Snawhaylal ;
5. Ay-ay-whun, briefly A-wy ; 6. Ai-tu-so ; 7.
Nuckutzoot ; 8. Paicks ; and two women, Tlai-
whal and Smoikit-um-whal, " Smoikit " meaning
chief. They were of several different tribes,
Squallyamish, Skagets, members of the different
" amish " that dwell along the Sound, and two,
Ai-tu-so and Nuckutzoot, proudly distinguished
themselves as Haida, a generic name applied to
nations northward of Whulge. These few type
names, not without melody or drollery, may be
interesting to the philo-siwash. It would be in-
appropriate to the method of this sketch to go
into detail with regard to Indians of Wliulge.
But literature has taken little notice of those dis-
tant gentry, and before they retreat into the dim
past, to become subjects of threnody with other
lost tribes, let me chronicle a few surface facts of
theh life and manners.
32 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
It seems a sorry thing, but is really a wise ad-
monition of Nature, that we should first distin-
guish in people their faults and deformities. The
first observation when one of the Whulgeamish
appears is, " Lo the flat-head ! " Among them a
tight-strapped cushion controls the elastic skull
of childhood, crushing it back idiotic. Now a
forehead should not be too round, or a nose too
straight, or a cheek too ruddy, or a hand too
small. Nature, however, does quite well enough
by those she means to be flat-head beauties. In-
dians do not recognize this, and strive to better
Nature. Civilization, beholding the total failure
of the skull-crushing system, is warned, and re-
solves to discard its coxcombries and deformities,
and to strive to develop, not to distort, the body
and soul.
Are thoughts equally profound to be suggested
by other corporeal members of Klalams and their
brethren ? All are bow-legged. All of a sad-
colored, Caravaggio brown, through wliich sal-
mon-juices exude, and which is varnished with
fish-oil. All have coarse black hair, and are
beardless. Old people of either sex are hardly to
be distinguished, man from woman. The young
ladies are not without charms, and blush ingenu-
ously. The fashion of fish-ivory ornaments, hung
to the lower lip, has retreated northward, and
glass beads and necklaces of hiaqua, a shell like
WHULGE. 33
a quill tooth-pick, conchologically known as a
species of Deutalium, have replaced the disgast-
iug labial appendages. Hickory shirts and wool-
len blankets are worn instead of skin raiment,
mat aprons, and Indian blankets, woven of the
hair of the fleecy dog. In fact, except for paint,
these Indians might pass well enough for dirty
lazzaroni.
Gigantic clams, cod, and other maritimes, but
chiefly salmon, are the food of the Whulgeamish.
Ducks and geese visit their shores, and are bagged.
No infrequent polecat skulks about their unsa-
vory cabins, and meets the fatal arrow. Grass-
hoppers and crickets, dried, yield them pies.
They cultivate a few potatoes, pluck plentiful
berries, and dig sweet kamas bulbs in the swamps.
Few things edible are disdained by them.
Once, the same summer, as I voyaged with a
crew of the Lummi tribe toward Frazer's River,
they discerned a dead seal grotesquely floating
on the water. Him they embarked, with roars
of laughter, as his unwieldiness slipped through
their fingers ; and they supped and surfeited un-
harmed on rancid phoca that evening. But sal-
mon, netted, hooked, trolled, speared, weired,
scooped, — salmon taken by various sleight of
savage skill, — is the chief diet of Whulge. In
the tide-ways toward the Sound's mouth, the
Indians anchor two canoes parallel, fifteen feet
2* c
34 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLK
apart, and stretch a flat net of strips of inner
bark between them, sinking it just below the
surface. They don a head-gear hke a " rat's
nest," coufected of wool, feathers, furry tails, rib-
bons, and rags, considered attractive to salmon,
and " hyas tamanoiis," highly magical. Salmon,
either wending their unconscious way, or tuft-
hunting for the enchantments of the magic cap,
come swimming in shoals across the suspended
net. Whereupon every fisher, with inconceivable
screeches, whoops, and howls, beats the water to
bewilder the silver swimmers, and, hauling up the
net, clutches them by dozens. Sometimes fleets
of canoes go a trolling, one fisherman in each
slight shallop. He fastens his line to his paddle,
and as he paddles trolls. A pretty sight to be-
hold is a rocky bay of Whulge, gay with a fleet of
these agile dug-outs, and ever and anon illumined
with a gleam when a salmon takes the bait. In
the voyage I have mentioned with Dr. Tolmie, a
squadron of such trollers near the Indian village
of Kowitchin crowded about us, praying to be
vaccinated, and paying a salmon for the privilege.
Small-pox is tlie fatalest foe of the Indian.
Spearmen also for food are the si washes. In
muddy streams, where Boston eyes would detect
nothing, Indian sees a ripple, and divines a fish.
He darts liis long wooden spear, and out it rico-
chets, with a banner of salmon at its point. But
WHULGE. 35
salmon may escape the coquettish charms of the
trolling-hook, may safely run the gauntlet of the
parallel canoes and their howling, tamanoiis-cap
wearers ; the spear, misguided in the drumly
gleam, may glance harmless from scale-armed
shoulders : still other perils await them. These
aristos of the waters need change of scene. Blub-
berly fish may dwell through a life-long pickle in
the briny deep, and grow rancid there like olives
too salt, but the delicate salmon must have his
bubbles from the briinnen. Besides, his youthful
family, the Parrs, must be cradled on the ripples
of a running stream, and in innocent nooks of
freshness must establish their vigor and consist-
ency, before they brave the risks of cosmopolitan
ocean life. For such reasons gentleman salmon
seeks the rivers, and Indian, expecting him there,
builds a palisade of poles athwart the stream.
The traveller, thus obstructed, whisks his tail, and
coasts along, seeking a passage. He finds one, and
dashes through, but is stopped by a shield of
wicker-work, and, turning blindly, plunges into a
fish-pot, set to take him as he whirls to retreat,
bewildered.
At the magnificent Cascades of the Columbia,
the second-best water bit on our continent, there
is more exciting salmon-fishing in the splendid
turmoil of the rapids. Over the shoots, between
boulders and rifts of rock, the Indians rig a scaf-
86 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
folding, and sweep down stream with a scoop-net.
Salmon, working their way up in high exhilara-
tion, are taken twenty an hour, by every scooper.
He lifts them out, brilliantly sheeny, and, giving
them, with a blow from a billet of wood, a hint to
be peaceable, hands over each thirty-pounder to
a fusty attache^ who, in turn, lugs them away to
the squaws to be cleaned and dried.
Thus in Whulge and at the Cascades the sal-
mon is taken. And now behold him caught,
and lying dewy in silver death, bright as an un-
alloyed dollar, varnished with opaline iridescence.
" How shall he be cooked ? " asks squaw of sachem.
" Boil him, entoia, my beloved " (Haida tongue),
" in a mighty pot of iron, plumping in store of
"wapatoo, which pasaiooks, the pale-faces, name
potatoes. Or, my cloocheman, my squaw, roast
of his thicker parts sundry chunks on a spit. Or,
best of all, split and broil him on an upright frame-
work, a perpendicular gridiron of aromatic twigs.
Thus by highest simple art, before the ruddy
blaze, with breezes circumambient and wafting
away any mephitic kitcheny exhalations, he will
toast deliciously, and I will feast thereupon, 0
my cloocheman, whilst thou, 0 working partner
of our house, art prepanng these brother fish to
be dried into amber transparency, or smoked in
a lachrymose cabin, that we may sustain ourselves
through dry-fish Lent, after this fresh-fish Garni-
WHULGE. 37
val is over." Such discussions occur not seldom
in the drama of Indian life.
In the Bucentaur, after our lunch on kippered
cod and biscuits, we had not tarried. Generally
in that region, in breezeless days of August,
smoke from burning forests falls, and envelops all
the world of land and water. In such strange
chaos, voyaging without a compass is impossible.
Canoes are often detained for days, waiting for
the smoke to lift. To-day, fortunately for my
progress, there was a fresh breeze from China-way.
Only a soft golden haze hung among the pines,
and toned the swarthy coloring of the rocky
shores.
All now in good humor, and Col. Colt in re-
tirement, we swept along through narrow straits,
between piny islands, and by sheltered bays where
fleets might lie hidden. With harmonious mus-
cular throes, in time with Indian songs, the three
stoutly paddled. The DukS generally sogered,
or dipped his blade with sham vehemence, as he
saw me observing him. Olyman steered steadily,
a Palinurus skilful and sleepless. Jenny Lind,
excusable idler, did not belie her musical name.
She was our prima donna, and leader of the
chorus. Often she uttered careless bursts of
song, like sudden slants of rays through cloudi-
ness, and often droned some drowsy lay, to which
the crew responded with disjointed, lurching
38 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
refrain. Few of these airs were musical according
to civilized standards. Some had touches of wild
sentiment or power, but most were grotesque
combinations of guttural howls. In all, however,
there were tones and strains of irregular original-
ity, surging up through monotony, or gleams of
savage ire suddenly flashing forth, and recalling
how one has seen, with shudders, a shark, with
white sierras of teeth, gnash upon him not far
distant, from a bath in a tropic bay. I found a
singular consolation in the unleavened music of
my crew. Why should there not be throbs of
rude power in aboriginal song ? It is well to re-
view the rudiments sometimes, and see whether
we have done all we might in building systems
from the primal hints.
The songs of Chin Lin, Duchess of York, cho-
russed by the fishy, seemed a consoling peace-
oflfering. The undertone of sorrow in all music
cheats us of grief for*our own distress. To coun-
teract the miseries of civilization, we must have
the tender, passionate despairs of Favorita and
Traviata ; for the disgusts of barbarism I found
Indian howls sufficient relief.
By and by, with sunset, paddle-songs died away,
and the Bucentaur slowed. The tide had turned,
and was urgently against us. My tired crew
were oddly dropping ofif to sleep. We landed on
the shingle for repose and supper. Twilight was
WHULGE. 39
already spreading downward from the zenith, and
pouring gloom among the sombre pines. Gro-
tesque masses of blanched drift-wood strewed the
shore and grouped themselves about, — strange
semblances of monstrous shapes, like amorphous
idols, dethroned and waiting to perish by the
iconoclastic test of fire. Poor Prometheus may
have been badly punished by that cruel fowl of
Caucasus, but we mortals got the unquenchable
spark. I carried a modicum of compact flame
in a match-box, and soon had a funeral pyre of
those heathenish stumps and roots well ablaze, — •
a glory of light between the solemn wall of the
forest and the dark glimmering flood.
On the romantic shores of Wlmlge, illumined
by my fire, I had toasted salt pork for supper,
while the siwashes banqueted to repletion on dried
fish and the unaccustomed luxury of hard-tack,
and were genially happy. But when, with kindly
mind, I, their chieftain, brewed them a princely
pot of tea, and tossed in sugar lavishly, sprinkling
also unperceivedly the beverage with forty drops
from the captured lumoti, and gave them tobacco
enough to blow a cloud, then happiness C9.pped
itself with gayety and merriment. They heaped
the pyre with fuel, and made it the chief jester
of their jolly circle, chuckling when it crackled,
and roaring with laughter when the frantic
tongues of flame leaped up, and shot a glare,
almost fiendish, over the wild scene.
40 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
I sat apart with my dlmdeen, studying the
occasion for its lesson. " Would I be an Indian,
— a duke of the Klalams ? " I asked myself.
" As much as I am to-night, — no more, and no
longer. To-night I am a demi-savage, jolly for
my rest and my supper, and content because my
hampers hold enough for to-morrow. I can iden-
tify myself thoroughly, and delight that I can,
with the untamed natures of my comrades. I
can yield myself to the dominion of the same
impulses that sway them out of impassiveness
into frantic excitement. They sit here over the
fire, now jabbering lustily, and now silent and
drifting along currents of association, undivert-
ed by discursive thought, until some pervading
fancy strikes them all at once, and again all is
animation and guttural sputter of sympathy. I
can also let myself go bobbing down the tide of
thoughtless thought, until I am caught by the
same shoals, or checked by the same reef, or
launched upon the same tumultuous seas, as
they. These influences are primeval, aboriginal,
fresh, enlivening for their anti-cockney savor.
Wretchedly slab-sided, and not at all fitting
among the many-sided, is he who cannot adapt
himself to the dreams and hopes, the awes and
pleasures of savage life, and be as good a savage
as the brassiest Brass-skin.
"However, it is not amiss," continued my
WHULGE. 41
soliloquy, puffing itself away with the last whiffs
of my pipe, " to have the large resiilts of the
world's secular toil in posse. It is sometimes
pleasant to lay aside the resumable ermine.
It is easy to linger while one has a hand upon
the locomotive's valve. I will, on the whole,
remain an American of the nineteenth century,
and not subside into a Klalam brave. Every sin-
cere man has, or ought to have, his differences or
his quarrels with status quo, — otherwise what be-
comes of the millennium ? My personal grudge
with the present has not yet brought me to the
point of rupture and reaction,"
Had I uttered these reflections in a prosy lec-
ture, my fishy suite could not have been sounder
asleep than they now were. They had coiled
themselves about the fire, in genuine slumber,
after labor and overfeeding. Without dread
of treachery, I bivouacked near them. I was
more placable and less watchful than I should
have been had I known that the Kahtai Klalams,
under the superintendence of King George and
the Duke, were in the habit of murdering. They
sacrificed a couple of pale-faced victims within
the year, as I afterwards was informed. How-
ever, the lamb lay down with the wolf, and suf-
fered no harm. From time to time I awoke, and
rolled another log upon the pyre, and then
returned to my uneasy naps on the pebbles, —
42 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
uneasy, not because the pebbles dimpled me some-
what harshly through my blankets, not because
the inextinguishable stars winked at me fantasti-
cally through ether, nor because my scalp occa-
sionally gave premonitions of departure ; but be-
cause I did not wish, when oifered the boon of a
favorable tide, to be asleep at my post and miss it.
A new flood-tide was about to be sent whirl-
ing up into the bays and coves and nooks of
Whulge when I shook up my sobered hero of
the libellous teapots, shook up Olyman and his
young men, and touched the Duchess lightly on
the shoulder, as she lay with her red-chevroned
visage turned toward the zenith. The Duke
alone grumbled, and shirked the toil of launching
the Bucentaur. "We others went at it heartily,
dragghig our vessel down the shingle to the cho-
rus of a guttural De Profundis. It was an hour
before dawn. We reloaded, and shoved off into
the chill, star-lighted void, — a void where one
might doubt whether the upper stars or the nether
stars were the real orbs. Our red fire watched us
as we sailed away, glaring after us like a Cyclops
sentinel until we rounded a point and passed out
of his range, only to find ourselves sadly gazed at
by a pale, lean moon just lifting above the pines.
With the flames of dawn a wind arose and lent us
wings. I succeeded in inspiring my crew with a
stolid intention to speed me. A comrade-ry grew
WHULGE. 43
up between me and the truculent blackguard
who wielded the bow paddle, so that he essayed
unintelligent civilities from time to time, and
when we landed to breakfast, at a point where a
giant arbor-vitse stood a rich pyramid of green, he
brought me sallal-berries, and arbutus-leaves to
dry for smoking ; meaning perhaps to play Cali-
ban to my Stephano, and worshipping him who
bore the lumoti. The Duke remained either "hy-
as kla hye am," in the wretched dumps, or " hyas
silex," in the deep sulks, as must happen after
an orgie, even to a princely personage. I could
get nothing from him, either in philology or le-
gend, — nothing but the Klalam name of Whulge,
K'uk'lults. However, thanks to a strong fol-
lowing wind and a blanket-sail, we sped on, never
flinching from the tide when it turned and bat-
tled us.*
We had rounded a point, and opened Puyallop
Bay, a breadth of sheltered calmness, when I, lift-
ing sleepy eyelids for a dreamy stafe about, was
suddenly aware of a vast white shadow in the
water. What cloud, piled massive on the hori-
zon, could cast an image so sharp in outline, so
full of vigorous detail of surface ? No cloud, as
my stare, no longer dreamy, presently discovered,
— no cloud, but a cloud compeller. It was a
giant mountain dome of snow, swelling and seem-
ing to fill the aerial spheres as its image displaced
44 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
the blue deeps of tranquil water. The smoky
haze of an Oregon August hid all the length of
its lesser ridges, and left this mighty summit
based upon uplifting dimness. Only its splendid
snows were visible, high in the unearthly regions
of clear blue noonday sky. • The shore line drew
a cincture of pines across the broad base, where
it faded unreal into the mist. The same dark
girth separated the peak from its reflection, over
which my canoe was now pressing, and sending
wavering swells to shatter the beautiful vision
before it.
Kingly and alone stood this majesty, without
any visible comrade or consort, though far to
the north and the south its brethren and sisters
dominated their realms, each in isolated sover-
eignty, rising above the pine-darkened sierra of
the Cascade Mountains, — above the stern chasm
where the Columbia, AchUles of rivers, sweeps,
short-lived and jubilant, to the sea, — above the
lovely vales of the Willamette and Umpqua. Of
all the peaks from California to Frazer's River,
this one before me was royalest. Mount Reg-
nier Christians have dubbed it, in stupid nomen-
clature perpetuating the name of somebody or
nobody. More melodiously the siwashes call it
Tacoma, — a generic term also applied to all
snow peaks. Whatever keen crests and crags
there may be in its rock anatomy of basalt, snow
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covers softly with its bends and sweeping curves.
Tacoma, under its ermine, is a crushed volcanic
dome, or an ancient volcano fallen in, and per-
haps as yet not wholly lifeless. The domes of
snow are stateliest. There may be more of femi-
nine beauty in the cones, and more of masculine
force and hardihood in the rough pyramids, but
the great domes are calmer and more divine,
and, even if they have failed to attain absolute
dignified grace of finish, and are riven and broken
down, they still demand our sympathy for giant
power, if only partially victor. Each form — the
dome, the cone, and the pyramid — has its type
among the great snow peaks of the Cascades.
And now let the Duke of York drowse, the
Duchess cease awhile longer her choking chant,
and the rest nap it on their paddles, floating
on the image of Tacoma, while I ask recognition
for the almost unknown glories of the Cascade
Mountains of Oregon. We are poorly off for
such objects east of the Mississippi. There are
some roughish excrescences known as the Alle-
ghauies. There is a knobby group of brownish
White Mountains. Best of all, high in Down-
East is the lonely Katahdin. Hillocks these, —
never among them one single summit brilliant
forever with snow, golden in sunshine, silver
when sunshine has gone ; not one to bloom rosy
at dawn, and to be a vision of refreshment all the
46 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
sultry summer long; not one to be lustrous white
over leagues of woodland, sombre or tender ;
not one to repeat the azure of heaven among its
shadowy dells. Exaltation such as the presence
of the sublime and solemn heights arouses, we
dwellers eastward cannot have as an abiding in-
fluence. Other things we may have, for Nature
will not let herself anywhere be scorned ; but
only mountains, and chiefest the giants of snow,
can teach whatever lessons there may be in vaster
distances and deeper depths of palpable ether, in
lonely grandeur without desolation, and in the
illimitable, bounded within an outline. There-
fore, needing all these emotions at their max-
imum, we were compelled to make pilgrimages
back to the mountains of the Old World, —
commodiously as may be when we consider
sea-sickness, passports, Murray's red-covers, and
h-less Britons everywhere. Yes, back to the Old
World we went, and patronized the Alps, and
nobly satisfying we found them. But we were
forced to inspect also the heritage of human
institutions, and such a mankind as they had
made after centuries of opportunity, — and very
sadly depressing we found the work, so that,
notwithstanding many romantic joys and artistic
pleasures, we came back malecontent. Let us,
therefore, develop our own world. It has taken
us two centuries to discover our proper West
WHULGE. 47
across the Mississippi, and to know by indefinite
hearsay that among the groups of the Eockys
are heights worth notice.
Farthest away in the west, as near the western
sea as mountains can stand, are the Cascades.
Sailors can descry their landmark summits firmer
than cloud, a hundred miles away. Kulshan,
misnamed Mount Baker by the vulgar, is tlieir
northernmost buttress up at 49° and Frazer's Riv-
er. Kulshan is an irregular, massive, mound-
shaped peak, worthy to stand a white emblem
of perpetual peace between us and our brother
Britons. The northern regions of Whulge and
Vancouver's Island have Kulshan upon their ho-
rizon. They saw it blaze the winter before this
journey of mine ; for there is fire beneath the Cas-
cades, red war suppressed where the peaks, sym-
bols of truce, stand in resplendent quiet. Kul-
shan is best seen, as I saw it one afternoon of
that same August, from an upland of Vancouver's
Island, across the golden waves of a wheat-field,
across the glimmering waters of the Georgian
Sound, and far above its belt of misty gray pine-
ridges. The snow-line here is at five thousand
feet, and Kulshan has as much height in snow
as in forest and vegetation. Its name I got from
the Lummi tribe at its base, after I had dipped
in their pot at a boiled-salmon feast. As to Ba-
ker, that name should be forgotten. Mountains
48 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
should not be insulted by being named after
undistinguished bipeds, nor by the prefix of Mt.
Mt. Chimborazo, or Mt. Dhawalaghiri, seems as
feeble as Mr. Julius Caesar, or Signor Dante.
Seuth of Kulshan, the range continues dark,
rough, and somewhat unmeaning to the eye,
until it is relieved by Tacoma, vulg-o Regnier.
Upon this Tacoma's image I was now drifting,
and was about to make nearer acquaintance with
its substance. One cannot know too much of a
nature's nobleman. Tacoma the second, which
Yankees call Mt. Adams, is a clumsier repetition
of its greater brother, but noble enough to be
the pride of a continent. Dearest charmer of
all is St. Helen's, queen of the Cascades, queen
of Northern America, a fair and graceful vol-
canic cone. Exquisite mantling snows sweep
along her shoulders toward the bristling pines.
Sometimes she showers her realms with a boon
of light ashes, to notify them that her peace is
repose, not stupor, and sometimes lifts a beacon
of tremulous flame by night from her summit.
Not far from her base the Columbia crashes
through the mountains in a magnificent chasm,
and Mt. Hood, the vigorous prince of the range,
rises in a keen pyramid fourteen or sixteen thou-
sand feet high, rivalUng his sister in glory. Mt.
Jefferson and otliers southward are worthy snow
peaks, but not comparable with these ; and then
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tliis masterly family of mountains dwindles rug-
gedly away toward California and the Shasta
group.
The Cascades are known to geography, — their
summits to the lists of volcanoes. Several gen-
tlemen in the United States Army, bored in petty
posts, or squinting along Indian trails for Pacific
railroads, have seen these monuments. A few
myriads of Oregonians have not been able to
avoid seeing them, have perhaps felt their enno-
bling influence, and have written, boasting that
St. Helen's or Hood is as high as Blanc. Enter-
prising fellows have climbed both. But the mil-
lions of Yankees — from codfish to alligators,
chewers of spruce-gum or chewers of pig-tail,
cooks of chowder or cooks of gumbo — know
little of these treasures of theirs. Poet comes
long after pioneer. Mountains have been wait-
ing, even in ancient worlds, for cycles, while
mankind looked upon them as high, cold, dreary,
crushing, as resorts for demons and homes of
desolating storms. It is only lately, in the de-
velopment of men's comprehension of nature, that
mountains have been recognized as our noblest
friends, our most exalting and inspiring comrades,
our grandest emblems of divine power and divine
peace.
More of these majesties of the Cascades here-
after ; but now meseems that I have long enough
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50 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
interrupted the desultory progress of my narra-
tive. We have floated long enough, my Klalam
braves, on the white reflection of Tacoma. To
thy paddle, then, sluggard Duke. Dip and plough
into Whulge, ye salmon-fed. Squally and blan-
kets be the war-cry of our voyage.
But first obey the injunction of an Indian ditty,
oddly sung to the air of Malbrook : —
Klatawah ocook polikelyj
Klatawah Steilacoom ";
" Go to-night, — go to Steilacoom." Steilacoom
was a military post a mile inland from Whulge.
It had a port on the Sound, consisting of one
warehouse, where every requisite of pioneer life
was to be had. Thither I directed my course,
pork and hard-tack to buy, compact prog for my
mountain journey. Also, because I could not ride
the leagues of a transcontinental trip, bareback-
ing the bonyness of prairie nags, a friend had
given me an order for a capital saddle of his,
stored there. The crafty trader at Port Steila-
coom denied the existence of my friend's Cali-
fornia saddle, a grandly roomy one I had often
bestrode, and substituted for it an incoherent
dragoon saddle. He hoped, the scamp, that my
friend would never return to claim his property,
and he would be left residuary legatee.
Some strange Indians lounging here gave me a
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helpful fact. The Klickatats, so the Sound In-
dians name generally the Yakimahs and other
ultramontane tribes, had just arrived at Nisqual-
ly, on their annual tradmg-trip. Horses and a
guide I could surely get from them for crossing
the Cascades into their country. Here I heard
first the mighty name of Owhhigh, a chief of the
Klickatats, their noblest horse-thief, their Diomed.
He was at Nisqually, with his tail on, — his tail
of bare-legged highlanders, — buying blankets
and sundries, with skins, furs, and stolen steeds.
Squally, euphonized to Nisqually, is six or
seven miles from Steilacoom. We sped along
near the shore, just away from the dense droop
of the water-wooing arbor-vitae pyramids.
" How now, my crew ? Why this sudden
check ? Why this agitated panic ? What, Doo-
keryawk ! Are ye paralyzed by Tamanoiis, by
demoniacal influence ? "
" By fear are we paralyzed, 0 kind protector,"
responded the Klalam. " Foes to us always are
the Squallyamish. But more cruel foes are the
mountain horsemen. We dare not advance.
Conoway quash nesika ; cowards all are we."
" Fear naught, my cowards. The retinue of
my high mightiness is safe, and shall be honored.
Ye shall not be maltreated, nor even punished
by me for your misdeeds. Have a mighty heart
m your breasts, and onward."
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Panic over, we paddled lustily, and soon landed
at a high bluff, — the port of Nisqually. We
hauled up the Bucentaur, grateful to the talisman
shells along its gunwale, that they had guarded
us against Bugaboo. I looked my last, for that
time, upon the sturdy tides of Whulge, and led
the way under the oaks toward the Fort.
IV.
OWHHIGH.
It was harsh penance to a bootless man to
tramp the natural Macadam of minced trap-rock
on the plateau above the Sound. The little peb-
bles of the adust volcanic pavement cut my moc-
casined feet like unboiled peas of pilgrimage. I
marched along under the oaks as stately as fre-
quent limping permitted. My motley retinue
followed me humbly, bearing " ikta," my traps,
and their own plunder. Their demeanor was
crushed and cringing, greatly changed since the
truculent scene over the captured lumoti, which
I still kept as a trophy, hung at my waist to bal-
ance my pistol.
After a walk of a mile, with my body-guard
of shabby S'Klalam aristocrats, I entered the Hud-
son's Bay Company's fort of Nisqually. Disrepute
draggled after me, but my character was already
established in a previous visit. I had left Dr.
Tolmie, the factor, at Vancouver's Island ; Mr.
H., his substitute, received me hospitably at the
postern. Nisqually is a palisaded enclosure, two
54 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
hundred feet square. Bartizan towers protect its
corners. Within are blockhouses for goods and
furs, and one-story cottages for residence.
Indian leaguers have of yore beset this fort.
Indians have Hfted Indians up toward the fif-
teenth and topmost foot of the fir palisades.
Shots from the loopholes of the bartizans dropped
the assailants, and left them lying on the natural
Macadam without. Whereupon the survivors re-
tired, and consulted about fire ; but that fatal foe
was also defeated by the death of every incen-
diary as he approached.
To visit such a place is to recall and illustrate
all our early New-England history. Our fore-
fathers fled, in King Philip's time, to just such
refuges. Personal contact with a similar state
of facts makes their forgotten perils real. In that
recent antiquity, pioneers exposed to the indis-
criminate revenge of the savage flew from cabin
and clearing to stockades far less defensible than
this. Better its insecure shelter for wife and
child than the terror of a forest forever seeming
aglare with cruel eyes, — where the forester could
never banish the curdling consciousness of an
unseen presence, watching until the assassin mo-
ment came ; where the silence might hear other
sounds than the hum of insects or the music of
birds, — might hear the scoffing yell of Indians,
contemptuous victors over the race that scorned
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them. What wonder that the agonies of such
suspense stured up the settlers to cowardly
slaughter of every savage, friend or foe ? A
frightened man becomes a barbarian and a brute.
Fear is a miserable agent of civilization. We can
hardly now connect ourselves with that period.
No longer, when twigs crackle in the forest, do
we shrink lest the parting leaves may reveal a
new-comer, with whom we must race for life.
Larceny is disgusting, burglary is unpleasant,
arson is undesirable, murder is one of the foul
arts ; Indians were adepts in all of these trades
at once. Any reminiscence of a condition from
which we have happily escaped is agreeable.
This palisade fort was a monument of a past age
to me. It made me two hundred years old at
once.
A monument, but not a cenotaph ; on the con-
trary, it was full of bustling life. Rusty Indians,
in all degrees of frowziness of person and cos-
tume, were trading at the shop for the three 6's
of Indian desire, — blankets, beads, and 'baccy,
— representatives of need, vanity, and luxury.
The Klickatats had indeed arrived. To-morrow
Owhhigh and the grandees were to come in from
their camp to buy and sell. All the squaws pur-
chasing to-day were hags beyond the age of co-
quetry in costume, yet they were buying beads
and hanging them in hideous contrast about their
66 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
baggy, wrinkled necks, and then glowering for
admiration with dusky eyes. These were valued
customers, since they knew the tariff, and never
haggled, but paid cash or its equivalent, otter,
beaver, and skunk skins, and similar treasures.
The pretty girls would come afterward, as money
failed, and try to make their winsome smiles a
substitute for funds.
In contrast to these unpleasant objects, a very
handsome and gentlemanly young brave entered
just after me, and came forward as I was greet-
ing Mr. H. He was tall and loungingly graceful,
and so fair that there must have been silver in
the copper of his blood. This rather supercilious
personage was, he told me, of Owhhigh's band,
not by nation but by adoption. He was a Spo-
kan from the Upper Columbia, a volunteer among
the Klickatats, perhaps because their method of
filibusterism was attractive, perhaps because there
Was a vendetta for him at home. He wore a
semi-civilized costume, — coat of black from some
far-away slop-shop of Britain, fringed leggins of
buckskin from the lodge of a Klickatat tailoress.
A broad-beaded band crossed his breast, like the
ribbon of an order of nobility. The incongruity
in his costume was redeemed by his cool, dig-
nified bearing. He was an Adonis of Nature,
not a rubicund Adonis of the D'Orsay type.
While we talked, he kept a cavalier's advan-
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tage, not dismounting from his j&ery little sad-
dleless black.
Him, by Mr. H.'s advice, I prayed to be my
ambassador to the great Owhhigh. Would that
dignitary permit me an interview to-morrow, and
purvey me horses and a guide for my dash
through his realm ? My Spokan Adonis, with
the self-possessed courtesy of a high-bred Indian,
accepted the office of negotiator, and ventured to
promise that Owlihigh would speed me. But in
case Adonis should prove faithless, or Owhhigh
indiflferent, Mr. H. despatched a messenger at
once for one of the Company's voyageurs, now a
quiet colonist, who could resume the rover, and
guide me, if other guidance failed, anywhere in
the Nortliwest.
I now conducted the Duke and my party to the
shop, and served out to them one two-and-a-half-
point blanket apiece, and one to Olyman for the
Bucentaur, accompanying the boon with a lec-
ture on the evils of intemperance and the duty
of faithfulness. They seemed quite pleased now
that they had not butchered and scalped me, and
expressed the friendliest sentiments, perhaps with
a view to a liberal " potlatch " of trinkets. They
also besought permission to encamp in the fort,
lest pillage should befall them. It was growing
dark, and the different parties of Indians admit-
ted within the palisades were grouped, gypsy-like,
3*
58 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
about their cooking-fires. Some of these un-
brotherly siwashes cast wolf's-eyes upon my Kla-
lams, now an enviable and plunderable squad.
These latter, wealthy and well-blanketed, skulked
away into a corner, and when I saw them last, by
their fire-light, the Duke, more like a degraded
ecclesiastic than ever, was haranguing his family,
while Jenny Lind sat at his feet, and bent upon
him untruthful eyes. At morn they were not to
be seen ; the ducal pair, Olyman and the fishy,
all had vanished. A few unconsidered trifles,
such as a gun, a blanket, and a basket of kamas-
roots, property of the unbrotherly, had vanished
with them. Unconsidered trifles will stumble
against the shins of Indians, stealing away at
night.
As these representatives of Klalam civilization
now make final exit from my narrative, I must
give them a proper " teapot." They may be
taken as types of the worse character of the coast
Indians, — jolly brutes, with the bad and the good
traits of savages, and much harmed by the beset-
tings of civilized temptations.
I cannot omit from the Duke of York's teapot
facts within my own observation, — that he was
drunken, idle, insolent, and treacherous, — nor
the hearsay fact that he has since been beguiled
into murders ; but I must notice also his apolo-
gies of race, circumstance, the bad influence of
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Pikes by land and profane tars by sea, and
governmental neglect, a logical result of slavery.
Mr. H. had had great success in converting the
brown dust of a dry swamp without the fort into
a garden of succulent vegetables. As we were
inspecting the cabbages and onions next morn-
ing, we heard a resonance of hoofs over the trap
pavement. A noise of galloping sounded among
the oaks. Presently a wild dash of Indian cav-
aliers burst into sight. Their equipment might
not have borne inspection : few things will, here
below, except such as rose-leaves and the cheeks
of a high-bred child. Prejudice might have called
their steeds scrubby mustangs ; prejudice might
have used the word tag-rag as descriptive of the
fly-away efiect of a troop all a-flutter with ribbons,
fur-tails, deerskin fringes, trailing lariats, and
whirling whip-thongs. It was a very irregular
and somewhat ragamuffin brigade. But the best
hussars of the Christendom that sustains itself by
means of hussars are tawdry and clumsy to a
critical eye, and certainly not so picturesque as
these Klickatats, stampeding toward us from
under the gray mossy oaks.
They came, deployed in the open woods, now
hidden in a hollow, now rising a crest, all at full
gallop, loud over the baked soil, — a fantastic
cavalcade. They swept about the angle of the
fort, and we, following, found them grouped near
60 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
the open postern, waiting for permission to enter.
Some were dismounted ; some were dashing up
and down on their shaggy nags, — a band of pic-
tm'esque marauders on a peaceful foray.
Owhhigh and his aides-de-camp stood a little
apart, Spokan Adonis among them. At a sign
from Mr. H., they followed us within the fort,
and entered the factor's cottage. Much cere-
mony is observed by the Hudson's Bay Company
with the Indians. Discipline must be preserved.
Dignity tells. Indians, having it, appreciate it.
Owhhigh alone was given a seat opposite us. His
counsellors stood around him, while three or four
less potent members of his suite peered gravely
over their shoulders. The palaver began.
Owhhigh's braves were gorgeous with frippery,
and each wore a beaded order. The Murats of
the world make splendid fighting-cocks of them-
selves with martial feathers ; the Napoleons wear
gray surtouts. Owhhigh was in stern simplicity
of Indian garb. On ordinary occasions of council
with whites, he would courteously or ambitiously
have adopted their costume ; now, as he was
master of the situation and grantee of favors, he
appeared in his own proper style. He wore a
handsome buckskin shirt, heavily epauletted and
trimmed along the seams with fringe, and leggins
and moccasins of the same. For want of Tyrian
dye, these robes were regalized by a daubing of
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red clay. A circlet of otter fur served him for
coronet. He was a man of bulk and stature, a
chieftainly personage, a fine old Roman, cast in
bronze, and modernized with a fresh glazing of
vermilion over his antiquated duskiness of hue.
And certainly no Roman senator, with adjuncts
of whity-brown toga, curule chair, and patrician
ancestry, seated to wait his doom from the Gauls,
ever had an air of more impassive dignity than
this head horse-thief of the Klickatats.
In an interview with a royal personage, his
own language should be used. But we, children
of an embryo civilization, are trained in the inu-
tilities of tongues dead as Julius Caesar, never in
the hving idioms of our native princes. I was
not, therefore, voluble in Klickatat and Yakimah.
Chinook jargon, however, the French of North-
western diplomatic life, I had mastered. Owhhigh
called upon one of his "young men" to inter-
pret his speeches into Chinook. The interpreter
stepped forward, and stood expectant, — a youth
fraternally like my Spokan Adonis, but with a
sprinkle more of intelligence, and a sparkle less
of beauty.
My suit, already known, was now formally
stated to the chief. I wanted to buy three quad-
rupeds, and hire one biped guide for a trip across
the Cascade Mountains, and on to the Dalles of
the Columbia. The distance was about two hun-
62 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
dred miles, and I had seven days to effect it.
Covild it be done ?
, " Yes," replied Owhhigh ; and then — his
bronze face remaining perfectly calm and Rhada-
manthine — he began, with most expressive pan-
tomime, an oration, describing my route across the
mountains. His talk went on in swaying mon-
otone, rising and falling with the subject, while
with vigorous gesture he pictured the changeful
journey. The interpreter saw that I compre-
hended, and did not interfere. Occasionally,
when I was posed, I turned to him, and he aid-
ed me with some Chinook word, or a sputtered
phrase of concentrated meaning. Meanwhile
the circle of councillors murmured approval,
and grunted comcidence of opinion.
My way was to lead, so said the emphatic
recital of Owhhigh, first through an open forest,
sprinkled with lakes, and opening into great prai-
ries. By and by the denser forest of firs would
meet me, and giant columnar stems, parting,
leave a narrow vista, where I could penetrate
into the gloom. The dash of a rapid, shallow,
white river, the Puyallop, where was a salmon-
fishery, would cross my trail. Then I must
climb through mightier woods and thicker
thickets, where great bulks of fallen trees lay,
and barricaded the path ; must follow up a tur-
bulent river, the S'Kamish, crossing it often, at
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fords where my horses could hardly bear up
against the current. Ever and anon, like a
glimpse of blue through a storm, this rough way
would be enlivened by a prairie, with beds of
fern for my repose, and long grass for my tiring
beasts, — grass long as macaroni, so he measured
it with outstretched hands. Now the difficulties
were to come. He depicted the craggy side of a
great mountain, — horses scrambling up stoutly,
riders grasping the mane and balancing carefully
lest a misstep should send horse and man over a
precipice. The summit gained, here again were
luxurious tarryiug-places, oases of prairie, and
perhaps, in some sheltered nook, a bank of last
winter's snow. Here there must be a long noon-
ing, that the horses, tied up the night before in
the forest, and browsing wearily on bitter twigs,
might recruit. Then came the steep descent,
and so, pressing on, I should arrive for my third
night's camp at a prairie, low down on the eastern
slope of the mountams, where a mighty hunter,
the late Sowee, once dwelt. Up before dawn next
morning, — continued Owhhigh's vivid tale, vivid
in gesture, and droning ever in delivery, — up at
the peep of day, for this was a long march and a
harsh one, and striking soon a clear river flow-
ing east, the Nachchese, I was to follow it. The
river grew, and went tearing down a terrible
gorge ; through this my path led, sometimes in
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the bed of the stream, sometimes, when precipices
drew too close and the gulf too profound, I must
climb, and trace a perilous course along the
brink far above, where I might bend over and see
the water roaring a thousand feet below. At
last the valley would broaden, and groves of
pine appear. Then my horses, if not too way-
worn, could gallop over the immense swells of a
rolling prairie-land. Here I would encounter
some of the people of Owhhigh. A sharp turn
to the right would lead me across a mass of wild,
bare hills, into the valley of another stream, the
Atinam, where was a mission and men in long
robes who prayed at a shrine. By this time my
horses would be exhausted ; I should take fresh
ones, if possible, from the priests' band, and rid-
ing hard across a varied region of hill, prairie,
and bulky mountains thick with pines, and
then long levels where Skloo a brother-chieftain
ranged, I would arrive, after two days from the
mission, at a rugged space of hills, and, climbing
there, find myself overlooking the vast valley
of the Columbia. Barracks and tents in sight.
Scamper down the mountain. Fire a gun at
river's bank. Indians hear, cross in canoe, ferry
me and swim my horses. All safely done in
six crowded days. So said Owhhigh.
This description was given with wonderful
vivacity and verity. Owhhigh as a pantomimist
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would have commanded brilliant success on any
stage. Would that there were more like him in
this wordy world.
He promised also a guide, his son, now at the
camp, and as to my horses, I might choose from
the cavalcade. We went out to make selection, —
all the Klickatats, except Owhhigh, Adonis, and
the interpreter, following in bow-legged silence.
These three were vocal, and of better model than
their fellows. No Indian wished to sell his best
horse ; each his second-best, at the price of the
best. Their backs were in shocking condition.
Pads and pack-saddles had galled them so that it
was painful to a humane being to mount ; but I
felt that any one of them, however maltreated,
would better in my service. I should ride him
liard, but care for him tenderly. Indians have
too much respect for " pasaiooks," blanketeers,
Caucasians, to endeavor to cajole us. They sup-
pose that, in a horse-trade, we know what we
want. No jockeying was attempted ; there were
the nags, I might prove them, and buy or not,
without solicitation.
The hard terrace without the fort served us for
race-course. We galloped the wiry nags up and
down, while the owners waited in an emotionless
group, calm as gamblers. Should any one sell a
horse, he would not only pocket the price, but be
spurred to new thefts from tribes hostile or friend-
66 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
ly to fill the vacancy ; yet all were too proud to
exhibit eagerness, or puff their property.
At last, from the least bad I chose first for my
pack animal a strawberry roan cob, a " chunk of
a horse," a quadruped with the legs of an ele-
phant, the head of a hippopotamus, and a pecu-
liar gait ; — he trod most emphatically, as if he
were striving to go through the world's crust at
every step. This habit suggested the name he at
once received. I called him Antipodes, in honor
of the region he was aiming at, — a name of ill
omen, suggesting a spot where I often wished him
afterwards. My second choice, the mount for my
guide, was Antipodes repeated, with slight improve-
ments of form and manner. Gubbins I dubbed
him, appropriately, with a first accolade, — acco-
lade often repeated, during our acquaintance, with
less mildness. Hard horses were Antipodes and
Gubbins, — hard trotters, hard-mouthed, hard-
hided brutes. Each was delivered to me with a
hair rope twisted for bridle about his lower lip,
sawing it raw.
And now the most important decision remained
to be made. It was nothing to me that a misty
phantom, my guide, should be jolted over the
passes of Tacoma on a Gubbins or an Antipodes,
but my own seat, should it be upon Rosinante or
Bucephalus, upon an agile caracoler or a lubber-
ly plodder ? Step forward, then, cool and care-
OWHHIGH. 67
less Klickatat, from thy lair of dirty blanket, with
that black pony of thine. The black was satis-
factory. His ribs, indeed, were far too visible,
and there were concavities where there should
have been the convex fulness of well-conditioned
muscle, but he had a plucky, wiry look, and his
eye showed spirit without spite. His lope was as
elastic as the bounding of a wind-sped cloud over
a rough mountain-side. His other paces were
neat and vigorous. I bought him at more dollars
than either of his comrades of clumsier shape
and duller hue. Indians do not love their horses
well enough to name them. My new purchase I
baptized Klale. Klale in Chinook jargon is Black,
— and thus do mankind, putting commonplace
into foreign tongues or into big words of their
own, fancy that they make it uncommonplace
and original.
There are several requisites for travel. First,
a world and a region of world to traverse ; sec-
ond, a traveller ; third, means of conveyance,
legs human or other, barks, carts, enchanted
carpets, and the like ; fourth, guidance by man
personal, or man impersonal acting by roads,
guide-boards, maps, and itineraries ; fifth, mul-
tifarious wherewithals. The first two requisites
seem to be indispensable in the human notion of
travel, and existed in my case. The third I had
provided ; my stud was complete. A guide was
68 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
promised ; after an interview with Owhhigh I
could give credence to his unseen son, and be-
lieve that the fourth requisite of my journey was
also ready. I must now arrange my miscellane-
ous outfit. For this purpose the resources of
Fort Nisqually were infinite. Mr. PI. approached
the dusty warehouses ; he wielded the wand of
an enchanter, and forth from dim corners came
a pack-saddle for Antipodes, a pad-saddle for
Gubbins, and great hide packs for my traps.
Forth from the shelves of the shop came para-
phernalia,— tin pot, tin pan, tin cups, and the
needful luxuries of tea and sugar. My pork and
hard-tack had been already provided at Stcila-
coom, and Mr. H. added to them what I deemed
half a dozen gnarled lignum-vitae roots. Ex-
perimental whittling proved these to be cured
ox-tongues, a precious accession. My list was
complete.
I was lodged in a small cabin adjoining the
factor's cottage. All my sundries had been piled
here for packing, and I was standing, somewhat
mazed, in the centre of a group of tin pots,
gnarled tongues, powder-horns, papers of tea,
blankets, bread-bags, bridles, spurs, and toggery,
when in walked Owhhigh, followed by several
of his suite.
Owhhigh seated himself on the floor, with an
air of condescension, and for some time regarded
OWHHIGH. 69
my preparations in grave silence. Mr. H. had
told me that his parade of an interpreter during
the council was only to make an impression.
Some men regard an assumption of ignorance as
lofty. Now, however, Owhhigh, dropping in un-
ceremoniously, laid aside his sham dignity with a
purpose. We had before agreed upon the terms
of payment for my guide. The ancient horse-
thief sat like a Pacha, smoking an inglorious
dhudeen, and at last, glancing at certain articles
of raiment of mine, thus familiarly, in Chinook,
broke silence.
Owhhigh. " Halo she coUocks nika tenas ; no
breeches hath my son " (the guide).
I. (in an Indianesque tone of some surprise,
but great indififerefice). " Ah hagh ! "
Owhhigh. " Pe halo shirt ; and no shirt."
/. (assenting, with equal indifference). " Ah
hagh ! "
Owhhigh smokes, and is silent, and Spokau
Adonis fugues in, " Pe wake yaka shoes ; and
no shoes hath he."
Another aide-de-camp takes up the strain.
" Yahwah mitlite shoes, closche copa Owhhigh
tenas ; there are shoes (pointing to a pair of
mine) good for the son of Owhhigh."
/. "Stick shoes ocook, — wake closche copa
siwash ; hard shoes (not moccasins) those, — not
good for Indian."
70 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
Owhhigh. " Hyas tyee mika, — bin mitlite
ikta, — halo ikta mitlite copa uika tenas, — mika
tikky hill potlatch ; great chief thou, — with
thee plenty traps abide, — no traps bath my
son, — thou wilt give him abundance."
1. " Pe hyas tyee Owhhigh, — conoway ikta
mitlite-pe bin yaka potlatch copa liticum ; and a
great chief is Owhhigh, — all kinds of property
are his, and many presents does he make to bis
people."
Profound silence followed these mutual hints.
Owhhigh smoked in thoughtful whiffs, and the
pipe went round. The choir bore their failure
stoically. They had done their best that their
comrade might be arrayed at my expense, and
if 1 did not choose to throw in a livery, I must
bear the shame and the unsavoriiiess if be were
frowzy. At last, to please Owhhigh, and requite
him for the entertainment of his oratory, I prom-
ised that, if his son were faithful, I would give
liim a generous premium, possibly the very shirt
and other articles they had admired. Where-
upon, after more unwordy whiflfs and ineffectual
hints that they too were needy, Owhhigh and
his braves lounged off, the gloomy bow-legged
ones, who had not spoken, bringing up the rear.
I soon had everything in order, tongues, tea, and
tin properly stowed, and was ready to be oflf.
Experienced campaigners attempt no more than
OWHmGH. 71
a start and a league or two the first day of a long
march. To burst tlie ties that bind us to civiliza-
tion is an epoch of itself. The first camp of an
expedition must not be beyond reclamation of
forgotten things. Starts, too, will often be false
starts. Raw men and raw horses and mules will
condense into a muddle, or explode into a cen-
trifugal stampede, a " blazing star," as packers
name it. Then the pack-horse with the flour
bolts and makes paste of his burden, up to his
spine in a neighboring pool. The powder mule
lies down in the ashes of a cooking fire. The
pork mule, in greasy gallop, trails fatness over
the plain. In a thorny thicket, a few white
shreds reveal where the tent mule tore through.
Another beast flies madly, while after him clink
all the cannikins, battering themselves shapeless
upon his flanks. It is chaos, and demands hours
perhaps of patience to make order again.
Such experience in a minor degree might be-
fall even my little party of three horses and two
men. I therefore, for better speed, resolved to
disentangle myself this evening, and have a clear
field to-morrow. Recalcitrant Antipodes, there-
fore, suffered compulsion, and was packed with
his complex burdens. Leaving him and Gubbins
with Owhhigh to follow and be disciplined, Mr.
H. and I galloped on under the oaks, over the
trap-rock, toward the Klickatat camp. Klale,
72 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
with ungalling saddle, and a merciful rider of
nine stone weight, loped on gayly.
The Klickatats were encamped on a prairie
near the house of a settler, five miles from the
Fort. Just without the house was a group of
them gambling. Presently Owhhigh followed
Mr. H. and me into the farmer's kitchen, bring-
ing forward for introduction his son, my guide.
He was one of the gambling group. I inspected
him narrowly. My speed, my success, my safety,
depended upon his good faith. Owhhigh bore
no very high character, — why should son be
honester than father ? To an Indian the tempta-
tion to play foul by a possessor of horses, guns,
blankets, and traps was enormous.
My future comrade was a tallish stripling of
twenty, dusky-hued and low-browed. A mat of
long, careless, sheenless black hair fell almost to
his shoulders. Dull black were his eyes, not
veined with agate-like play of color, as are the
eyes of the sympathetic and impressionable. His
chief physiognomical characteristic was a down-
ward look, like the brown study of a detected
pickpocket, inquiring with himself whether vil-
lany pays ; his chief personal and seemingly per-
manent characteristic was squalor. Squalid was
his hickory shirt, squalid his buckskin leggins,
long widowed of their fringe. Yet it was not a
mean, but a proud uncleanliness, like that of a
OWHHIGH. 73
fakir, or a voluntarily unwashed hermit. He
flaunted his dirtiness in the face of civilization,
claiming respect for it, as merely a different
theory of the toilette. I cannot say that this
new actor in my drama looked trustworthy, but
there was a certain rascally charm in his rather
insolent dignity, and an exciting mystery in his
undecipherable phiz. I saw that there was no
danger of our becoming friends. There existed
an antagonism in our natures which might lead
to defiance and hostility, or possibly terminate in
mutual respect.
Loolowcan was his name. I took him for bet-
ter or for worse, without questions.
Owhhigh fully vouched for him, — but who
would vouch for the voucher ? Who could satisfy
me that the horse-thieving morality of papa might
not result in scalp-thieving principles in the youth ?
At least, he knew the way unerringly. My path
was theirs, of constant transit from inland to sea-
side. As to his conduct, Owhhigh gave him an
impressive harangue, stretching forth his arm in
its fringed sleeve, and gesturing solemnly. This
paternal admonition was, for my comprehension,
expressed in Chinook jargon, doubly ludicrous
with Owhhigh's sham stateliness of rhetoric. His
final injunctions to young hopeful may be con-
densed as follows : —
" Great chief go to Dalles. Want to go fast.
74 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
Six days. Good pay. S'pose want fresh horses
other side mountains, — you get 'em. Get ev-
erything. Look sharp. No fear bad Indian at
Dalles ; great chief not let 'em beat you. Be
good boy ! Good bye ! "
Owhhigh presented me, as a parting gift, his
whip, which I had admired, a neat baton with a
long hide lash and loop of otter fur for the wrist.
I could by its aid modify, without altering, the sys-
tem of education already pursued with my horses.
Homeric studies had taught me that the gifts of
heroes should be reciprocal. I therefore, for lack
of more significant token, prayed Owhhigh to
accept a piece of silver. We sliook hands elab-
orately and parted. He was hung or shot last
summer in the late Indian wars of that region.
I regret his martyrdom, and hope that in his
present sphere his skill as a horse-thief is better
directed.
I had also adieux to offer to Mr, H., and thanks
for his kind energy in forwarding me. From him,
as from all the gentlemen of the Hudson's Bay
Company in the Northwest, I had received the
most genuine hospitality, hearty entertainment,
legendary and culinary.
And now for my long ride across the country !
Here, Loolowcan, is Gubbins, thy steed, — drive
thou Antipodes, clumsiest of cobs. I have mount-
ed Klale, — let us gallop eastward.
OWHHIGH. 75
Eastward I galloped with what eager joy ! I
flung myself again alone upon the torrent of ad-
venture, with a lurking hope that I might prove
new sensations of danger, new tests of manhood
in its confident youth. 1 was going homeward
across the breadth of the land, and with the ex-
citement of this large thought there came a
slight reactionary sinking of heart, and a dread
lest I had exhausted onward life, and now, turn-
ing back from its foremost verge, should find my-
self dwindling into dull conservatism, and want
of prophetic faith. I feared that I was retreating
from the future into the past. Yet if one but
knew it, his retreats are often his wisest and brav-
est advances.
I had, however, little time for meditation, mor-
bid or healthy. Something always happens, in
the go and the gallop of travel, demanding quick,
instinctive action. Antipodes was in this case
the agent to make me know my place. Antipodes,
pointing his nose eastward toward his native val-
leys, had pounded along the trail for a couple of
miles over the hillocks of a stony prairie, and on
his back rattled my packs, for solace or annoy-
ance, according to his own views. At a fork of
the trail, Loolowcan urged Gubbins to the front,
to indicate the route. Right-about went Antip-
odes. Back toward Squally bolted that stiff-
legged steed, — stiff-legged no more, but far too
76 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
limber, — and louder on his back rattled my pots
and pans, a merry sound, could I have listened
with no thought of the pottage and pancakes that
depended upon the safety of my tin-ware. Still
I could be amused at his grotesque gallop, for he
had not discomfited me, and I could chuckle at
the thought of another sound, when he was over-
taken, and when upon a strawberry-roan surface
fell the whip, the Owhhigh gift, now swinging at
my wrist by its loop of otter-skin, for greater mo-
mentum of stroke. Clattering over the paved
prairie we hied, the defaulter a little in advance
and artfully dodging, — Loolowcan and I close
upon him. Still more artfully at last he made
show of finding the trail, and went pounding
along, as if no traitorous stampede had happened.
A total failure was this crafty sham, this too late
repentance and acknowledgment of defeat. Ven-
geance will not thus be baffled. Men discover
with bitterness that nature continues to use the
scourge long after they have reformed, until re-
lapse becomes impossible by the habit of virtue.
So Antipodes experienced. Pendulum whips
do not swing for nothing, and he never again
attempted absolute revolt, but grumblingly ac-
knowledged his duty to his master.
This was an evening of August, in a climate
where summer is never scorching nor blasting.
We breathe air as a matter of course, unobserv-
OWHHIGH, 77
ant usually of how fair a draught it is. But
to-night the chalice of nature was brimming with
a golden haze, which touched the lips with luxu-
rious winy flavor.
So inhaling delicate gray-gold puffs of indolent
summer-evening air, and much tranquillized by
such beverage, mild yet rich, I rode on, now
under the low oaks, now over a ripe prairie, and
now beside a lake fresh, pure, and feminine.
And whenever a vista opened eastward, Tacoma
appeared above the low-lying mists of the dis-
tance. " Polikely, spose mika tikky, nesika mit-
lite copa Comcomli house ; to-night, if you please,
we stop at Comcomli's house," said Loolowcan
the taciturn.
Night was at hand, and where was the house ?
It is not wise to put off choice of camping-ground
till dark ; foresight is as needful to a campaigner
as to any other mortal. But presently, in a
pretty little prairie, we reached the spot where
a certain Montgomery, wedded to a squaw, had
squatted, and hd should be our host. His name,
too articulate for Indian lips, tl^ey had softened
to Comcomli.- A similar corruption befell the
name of the Scotticized chief of the Chinooks,
whom Aster's people foimd at Astoria, and whom
Mr. Irving has given to history.
Mr. Comcomli was absent, but his comely
" mild-eyed, melancholy " squaw received us hos-
78 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
pitably. Her Squallyamish proportions were odd-
ly involved in limp robes of calico, such as her
sisters from Pike County wear. She gave us a
supper of fried pork, bread, and tea. We en-
camped upon her floor, and were somewhat trod-
den under foot by little half-breed Comcomlis,
patrolling about during the night-watches.
Loolowcan here began to show the white
feather. His heart sank when he contemplated
the long leagues of the trail. He wanted to
return. He was solitary, — homesick for the con-
genial society of other youths with matted hair,
dusky skins, paint-daubed cheeks, low brows, and
distinguished frowziness of apparel. He wanted
to squat by camp-fires, and mutter guttural gib-
berish to such as these. The old, undying feud
of blackguard against gentleman seemed in dan-
ger of pronouncing itself. Besides, he feared
hostile siwashes at the Dalles of the Columbia.
In his superstitious soul of a savage he dreaded,
or pretended to dread, some terrible magical in-
fluence in the gloomy forests of the mountains.
Of evil omen to ^e, and worse than any demon
spell in the craggy dells of the Cascades, was this
vacillation of my guide. However, I argued
somewhat, and somewhat wheedled and bullied
the doubter. Loolowcan was harder to keep in
line than Antipodes. One may tame Bucepha-
lus, but several new elements of character are to
OWHHIGH. 79
be considered when the attempt is made to man-
age Pagan savages.
At last my guide seemed to waver over to the
side of good faith, with a dishonest air and a pre-
tence of wishing to oblige. Shaken confidence
hardly returns, and from hour to hour, as the
little Comcomlis pranced over my person, and
trampled my upturned nose a temporary aqui-
line, I awoke, and studied the dark spot where
my dusky comrade lay. Each time I satisfied
myself that he had not flitted. Nor did he.
When morning came, his heart grew bigger.
Difficulties portentous in the ghostly obscure of
night vanished with cock-crowing. He contem-
plated his fair proportions, and felt that new
clothes would become them. He rose, stalked
about, and longed for the dignified drapery of a
new blanket. How the other low-browed and
squalid, from whom he had been selected for his
knowledge as a linguist and his ' talents as a
guide, — how they would scofi", and call him
Kallapooya, meanest of Indians, if he sneaked
back to camp bootless ! He turned to me, and
saw me a civilized man, in garb and guise to be
envied. So for a time treachery was argued out
of the heart of Loolowcau the frowzy.
V.
FORESTS OF THE CASCADES.
To have started with dawn is a proud and
exhilarating recollection all the day long. The
most godlike impersonality men know is the
sun. To him the body should pay its matinal
devotions, its ardent, worshipful greetings, when
he comes, the joy of the world ; then is the soul
elated to loftier energies, and nerved to sustain
its own visions of glories transcending the spheres
where the sun reigns sublime. Tame and inar-
ticulate is the harmony of a day that has not
known the delicious preludes of dawn. For the
sun, the godlike, does not come hastily blunder-
ing in upon the scene. Nor does he bounce
forth upon the arena of his action, like a circus
clown. Much beautiful labor of love is done by
earth and sky, preparing a pageant where their
Lord shall enter. Slowly, like the growth of any
feeling grand, deep, masterful, and abiding, na-
ture's power of comprehending the coming bless-
ing develops. First, up in the colorless ranges
of night there is a feeling of quiver and life,
FORESTS OF THE CASCADES. 81
broader than the narrow twinkle of stars, — a
tender lucency, not light, but rather a sense of
the departing of darkness. Then a gray glim-
mer, like the sheen of filed silver, trembles up-
ward from the black horizon. Gray deepens to
violet. Clouds flush and blaze. The sky grows
azure. The pageant thickens. Beams dart up.
The world shines golden. The sun comes forth
to cheer, to bless, to vivify.
For other reasons more obviously practical,
needs must that campaigners stir with dawn, and
start with sunrise. No daylight is long enough
for its possible work, as no life is long enough for
its possible 'development in wisdom and love. In
the beautiful, fresh hours of early day vigorous
influences are about. The sun is doing his up-
hill work easily, climbing without a thought of
toil to the breathing-spot of high noon. Every
flower of the world is boldly open ; there is no
languid droop in any stem. Blades of grass have
tossed lightly off each its burden of a dew-drop,
and now stand upright and alert. Man rises
from recumbency taller by fractions of an inch
than when he sank to repose, with a brain leagues
higher up in the regions of ability, — leagues
above doubt and depression ; and a man on a
march, with long wildness of mountain and plain
to overpass, is urged by necessity to convert
power into achievement.
4* w
82 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
Up, then, at earliest of light, I sprang from the
ground. I roused Loolowcan, and found him in
healthier and braver mood, and ready to lead on.
While, after one sympathetic gaze at Aurora, I
made up my packs, my Klickatat untethered
the horses from spots where all night they had
champed the succulent grasses. This control of
tethering was necessary on separating my steeds
from their late comrades. Indian nags, like In-
dian youths, are gregarious, and had my ponies
escaped, I should probably have seen them never-
more. Even my graceful Adonis, the Spokan,
would not have hesitated to seclude a stray An-
tipodes, galloping back to the herd,* and mno-
cently to offer me another and a sorrier, to be
bought with fresh moneys.
The trail took us speedily into a forest-temple.
Long years of labor by artists the most uncon-
scious of their skill had been given to modelling
these columnar firs. Unlike the pillars of hu-
man architecture, chipped and chiselled in bus-
tling, dusty quarries, and hoisted to their site by
sweat of brow and creak of pulley, these rose to
fairest proportion by the life that was in them,
and blossomed into foliated capitals three hun-
dred feet overhead.
Riding steadily on, I found no thinning of this
mighty array, no change in the monotony of this
monstrous vegetation. These giants with their
FORESTS OF THE CASCADES. 83
rough plate-armor were masters here ; one of
human stature was unmeaning and incapable.
With an axe, a man of muscle might succeed in
smiting off a flake or a chip, but his slight fibres
seemed naught to battle, with any chance of
victory, with the time-hardened sinews of these
Goliaths. It grew somewhat dreary to follow
down the vistas of this ungentle woodland, pass-
ing forever between rows of rougli-hewn pillars,
and never penetrating to any shrine where sun-
shine entered and dwelt, and garlands grew for
the gods of the forest. Wherever I rode into
the sombre vista, and turned by chance to trace
the trail behind me, the dark-purple trunks drew
together, like a circuit of palisades, and closed
after, crowding me forward down the narrow in-
evitable way, as ugly sins, co-operating only to
evolve an uglier remorse, forbid the soul to turn
back to purity, and crowd it, shrinkmg, on into
blacker falseness to itself.
Before my courage was quelled by a supersti-
tious dread that from this austere wood was no
escape, I came upon a river, cleaving the dark-
ness with a broad belt of sunshine. A river sig-
nifies much on the earth. It signifies something
to mix with proper drinkables; it signifies naviga-
tion, in birch-canoe, seventy-four, floating palace,
dug-out, or lumber ark ; it signifies motion, less
transitory than the tremble of leaves, and shad-
84 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
ows. This particular river, the Puyallop, had
another distinct significance to me, — it was cer-
tain to supply provisions, fish, salmon. As I ex-
pected, some fishing Indians were here to sell me
their silver beauty, a noble fellow who this morn-
ing had tasted the pickle of Whulge, and had the
cosmopolitan look of a fish but now from ocean
palace and grot, where he was a welcome guest
and a regretted absentee. It was truly to be de-
plored that he could never reappear in those
Neptunian realms with tales of wild adventure ;
yet if to this most brilliant of fish his hour of
destiny had come, how much better than feeding
foul Indians it was to belong to me, who would
treat his proportions with respect, feel the exqui-
siteness of his coloring, grill him delicately, and
eat him daintily !
Potatoes, also, I bought of the Indians, and
bagged them till my bags were knobby withal, —
potatoes with skins of smooth and refined tex-
ture, like the cheeks of a brunette, and like them
showing fair rosiness through the transparent
brown. For these peaceful products I paid in
munitions of war. Four charges of powder and
shot were deemed by the Nestor of the siwash
family a liberal, even a lavishly bounteous price,
for twoscore of tubers and a fifteen-pound sal-
mon ; and in two corners of the flap of his
sole inner and outer garment that tranquil sage
FORESTS OF THE CASCADES. 85
tied up his hazardous property. Such barter
dignifies marketing. Usually what a man pays
for his dinner does not interest the race ; but here
I was giving destruction for provender, death for
life. Perhaps Nestor shot the next traveller with
my ammunition, and the juices of that salmon
were really my brother Yankee's blood. Avaunt,
horrid thought ! and may it be that the powder
and the shot went for killing porcupines, or that
their treasurer stumbled in the stream, and
drowned his deadly stores !
"Well satisfied with my new possessions, I said
adieu to the monotonous mumblers of Puyallop,
— a singularly fishy old gentleman, his wife an
oleaginous hag, an emotionless youth of the Loo-
lowcan type, and a flat-faced young damsel with
a circle of vermilion on each broad cheek and a
red blanket for all raiment. I waded the milky
stream, scuffled across its pebbly bed, and plunged
again among the phalanxes of firs. These opened
a narrow trail, wide enough to wind rapidly
along, and my little cortege dashed on deeper
into the wilderness. I had not yet entirely es-
caped from civilization, so much as Yankee pio-
neers carry with them, namely, blue blankets and
the smell of fried pork. In a prairie about noon
to-day I saw a smoke, near that smoke a tent,
and at that smoke two men in ex-soldier garb.
Frying pork were these two braves, as at most.
86 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
habitations, up and down and athwart this conti-
nent, cooking braves or their wives are doing
three times a day, incensing dawn, noon, and sun-
set. These two had taken this pretty prairie as
their " claim," hoping to become the vanguard
of colonization. They became its forlorn hope.
The point of civilization's entering wedge into
barbarism is easily knocked off. These squatters
were knocked off, as some of the earliest victims
of the Indian war three summers after my visit.
It is odd how much more interest I take in these
two settlers since I heard that they were scalped.
More fair prairies strung themselves along the
trail, possibly less fair in seeming to me then,
could I have known that murder would soon dis-
figure them ; that savages, and perhaps among
them the low-browed Loolowcan, would lurk be-
hind the purple trunks of these colossal firs,
watching not in vain for the safe moment to slay.
For so it was, and the war in that territory
began three years after, by massacres in these
outlying spots.
I was now to be greeted by a nearer vision of
an old love. A great bliss, or a sublime object,
or a giant aspiration of our souls, lifts first upon
our horizon, and swelling fills our sphere, and
stoops forward with winsome condescension. And
taking our clew, we approach through the laby-
rinths. Glimpses are never wanting to sustain
FORESTS OF THE CASCADES. 87
US, lest we faint and fail along the lacerating
■ways. Such a glimpse I was now to have of Ta-
coma. I had long been obstructedly nearing it,
first in the leaky Bucentaur, propelled over
strong-flowing Whulge by Klalams, drunken,
crapulous, unsteady, timid, — such agents pro-
gress finds ; next* by alliance of Owhhigh, the
horse-thief, and aid from the Hudson's Bay Com-
pany ; then between the files of veteran ever-
greens in plate-armor, tempered purple by the
fiery sun, and across prairies where might have
hung an ominous mist of blood. Now suddenly,
as Klale the untiring disentangled us from the
black forest, and galloped out upon a little prai-
rie, delighted to comb his fetlocks in the long
yellow grass, I beheld Tacoma at hand, still un-
dwarfed by anj» underlift of lower ridges, and
only its snows above the pines. Over the pines,
the snow peak against the sky presented the quiet
fraternal tricolor of nature, who always, where
there is default of uppermost peaks to be white
with clouds fallen in. the form of snow, brings the
clouds themselves, so changefully fair that we
hardly wish them more sublimely permanent,
and heaps them above the green against the blue.
Here, then, against the unapproachable glory of
an Oregon summer sky stood Tacoma, less dreamy
than when I floated over its shadow, but not less
divine, — no divine thing dwindles as one with
sparks of divineness in his mind approaches.
88 TEE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
Yet I could not dally here to watch Tacoma
bloom at sunset against a violet sky. Alas that
life with an object cannot linger among its own
sweet episodes ! My camp was farther on, but
the revolutionary member of the party, Antip-
odes, hinted that we would do wisely to set up
our tabernacle here. His viSw of such a hint
was to bolt off where grass grew highest, and
standing there interpose a mobile battery of heels
between his flanks and their castigators. This
plan failed ; a horse cannot balance on his fore
legs and take hasty bites of long, luxurious fod-
der, while he brandishes his hind legs in the air.
Some sweeter morsel will divert his mind from
self-defence ; his assailants will get within his
guard. Penance follows, and Antipodes must
again hammer elephantine along the trail.
What now ? What is this strange object in
the utterly lonely woods, — a furry object hang-
ing on a bush by our faint and obstructed trail ?
A cap of fox-skin, fantastic with tails. And
what,- 0 Loolowcan the mysterious, means this
tailful head-gear, hung carefully, as if a signal ?
" It is," replied Loolowcan, depositing it upon
his capless mop of hair, " my brother's cap, and
he must be hereabouts ; he informs me of his
neighborhood, and will meet us presently."
" Son of Owhhigh, what doth thy brother skulk-
ing along our trail ? " " How should I know,
FORESTS OF THE CASCADES. 89
my chief ? Indian come, Indian go ; he some-
where, he nowhere. Perhaps my brother go to
mountains see Tamanoiis, — want to be big medi-
cine."
Presently, appearing from nowhere, there
stood in the trail a little, shabby, capless In-
dian, armed with a bow and arrows, — a per-
sonage not at all like the pompous, white-
cravatted, typical big-medicine man of civiliza-
tion, armed with gold-headed cane. Where this
M. D. had been prowling, or from what lair he
discovered our approach, or by what dodging
he evaded us along the circuits of the trail, was
a mystery of which he ofiFered no explanation.
The presence of this disciple of Tamanoiis, this
tyro magician, this culler of simples, this ama-
teur spy, or whatever else he might be, was
unaccountable. He was the counterpart of
Loolowcan, but evidently an inferior spirit to
that youth of promise. He offered me his hand,
not without Indian courtesy, and he and his
compatriot, if not brother, plunged together
into a splutter of confidential talk.
Th& Doctor, for he did not introduce himself
by name, trotted along by the side of the am-
bling Gubbins, and soon, just before sunset, we
emerged upon a little circle of ferny prairie,
our camp, already known to me by the descrip-
tion of Owhhigh. I'ho White River, the S'Ka-
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mish flowed hard by, behind a belt of luxuriant
arbor-vitae. -With the Doctor's aid, we took
down pot and pan, blanket and bread-bag, from
the galled back of the much-enduring Antip-
odes, and gave to him and his two comrades
full license to bury themselves among the tall,
fragrant ferns, and nibble, without stooping,
top bits from the gigantic grass. It was a
perfect spot for a bivouac, a fairy ring of ferns
beneath the tall, dark shelter of the firs. Ta-
coma was near, an invisible guardian, hidden
by the forest. Beside us the rushing river
sounded lulling music, making rest sweeter by
its contrast of tireless toil. And thus under
favorable auspices we set ourselves to prepare
for the great event of supper, — the Doctor
slipping quietly into the position of a welcome
guest without invitation.
I lifted the salmon to view. Loolowcan's
murky brow expanded. A look became deci-
pherable upon that mysterious phiz, and that
look meant gluttony. The delicate substance
of my aristocratic fish was presently to be de-
voured by frowzy Klickatat. At least, 0 pair of
bush-boys, you shall have cleanlier ideas of cook-
ery than heretofore in your gypsy life, and be
taught that civilization in me, its representative
for want of a better, does not disdain accepting
the captaincy of a kitchen battery. First, then,
FORESTS OF THE CASCADES. 91
my marmitons, clear ye a space carefully of herb-
age, and trample down the ferns about, lest the
flame of our fire show affinity to this natural
hay, and our fair paddock become a charred
and desolate waste. We will have salmon in
three courses on this festive occasion, when I,
for the first time, entertain two young Klicka-
tats of distinction. Do thou, Loolowcan, seek
by the river-side tenacious twigs of alder and
maple, wherewith to construct an upright grid-
iron. One blushing half of that swimmer of the
Puyallop shall stand and toast on this slight
scafiblding. Portions from the other half shall
be fried in this pan, and other portions, from the
thicker part, shall be neatly wrapped in green
leaves, and bake beneath the ashes.
So it was done, and well done. The colors
that are encased within a salmon, awaiting fire
that they may bloom, came forth artistically.
On the toasted surface brightened warm yellows,
and ruddy orange ; and delicate pinkness, soft-
ened with downy gray, sufiused the separating
flakes. Potatoes, too, roasted beneath aromatic
ashes by the side of roasting blocks of salmon, —
potatoes hardened their crusts against too ardent
heat, that slowly ripeness might penetrate to their
heart of hearts. Unworthy the cook that does
not feel the poetry of his trade !
The two Klickatats, whether brothers or fel-
92 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
low-clansmen, feasted enormously. Raslier after
rasher of the fried, block after block of the roast-
ed, flake after flake of the toasted salmon van-
ished. I should have supposed that the Doctor
was suffering with a bulimy, after short commons
in his worship of Tamanoiis, the mountain demon,
had not the appetite of Loolowcan, although well
fed at three meals in my service, been equal or
greater. Before they were quite gorged, I made
them a pot of tea, well boiled and sticky with
sugar, and then retired to my dhudeen. The
summer evening air enfolded me sweetly, and
down from the cliffs and snowy mounds of
Tacoma a cool breeze fell like the spray of a
cascade.
After their banquet, the Indians were in merry
mood, and fell to chaffing one "another. With
me Loolowcan was taciturn. I could not tell
whether he was dull, sulky, or suspicious. When
I smote him with the tempered steel of a keen
query, meaning to elicit sparks of information
on Indian topics, no illumination came. He
acted judiciously his part, and talked little. Nor
did he bore me with hints, as bystanders do in
Christendom, but believed that I knew also my
part. With his comrade he was communicative
and jolly, even to uproariousness. They laughed
sunset out and twilight in, finding entertainment
in everything that was or that happened, — in
FORESTS OF THE CASCADES. 93
their raggedness, in the holes in their moccasins,
in their overstuffed proportions after dinner, in
the little skirmishes of the horses, when a grass-
hopper chirped or a cricket sang, when either of
them found a sequence of blackberries or pricked
himself with a thorn, — in every fact of our little
world these children of nature found wonderment
and fun. They laughed themselves sleepy, and
then dropped into slumber in the ferny covert.
As night drew on, heaven overhead, seen as
from the bottom of a well, was so starry clear
and intelligible, and the circuit of forest so dreamy
mysterious by contrast, that I found restful de-
light, better than sleep, in studying the clearness
above the mystery. But twilight drifted away
after the sun, and darkness blackened my green
blankets. I mummied myself in their folds, and
rolled in among the tall, elastic, iragrant ferns.
My last vision, as sleep came upon me, was the
eyes of Loolowcan staring at me, and glowing
serpent-like. At midnight, when I stirred, the
same look watched me by the dim light of our
embers. And when gray dawn drew over our
bivouac, and my blankets from black to green
began to turn, the same dusky, unvariegated
eyeballs were inspecting me still. As to the
little medicine-man, he had no responsibility at
present ; a pleasant episode had befallen him,
and he made the most of it, sleeping unwatch-
fully.
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Seediness of a morning is not the meed of him
who has slept near Tacoma with naught but a green
blanket and miles of elastic atmosphere between
him and the stars. When I woke, sleep fell from
me suddenly, as a lowly disguise falls from a
prince in a pantomime. I sprang up, myself,
fresh, clear-eyed, and with never a regretful yawn.
Nothing was astir in nature save the river, rush-
ing nigh at hand, and rousing me to my day's
career by its tale of travel and urgency.
It was a joy to behold three horses so well fed
as my stud appeared. Klale looked toward me
and whinnied gratefully for the juicy grasses and
ferny bed of his sheltered paddock, and also for
the remembrance of a new sensation he had had
the day before, — he had carried a biped through
a day of travel, and the biped had not massacred
him with his whip. Klale thought better and
more hopefully of humanity. Tougher Gubbins,
who, with Loolowcan on his back, had had no
such experience, sung no paeans, but stood dolt-
ishly awaiting a continuance of the inevitable dis-
comforts of life.
After breakfast, the Doctor hinted that he liked
my cheer and my society, and would gladly vol-
unteer to accompany me if I would mount him
upon Antipodes. I pointed out to him that it
would be weak to follow with us along flowery
paths of pleasure, when stern virtue called him to
FORESTS OF THE CASCADES. 95
the mountain-tops ; that Tamanoiis would not par-
don backsliding. I suggested that I was prepared
for the appetite of only one Klickatat gourmand,
and that my tacit bargain with Antipodes did not
include his carrying an eater as well as provis-
ions. The youth received my refusal impassive-
ly ; to ask for everything, and never be disap-
pointed at getting nothing, is Indian manners.
We left him standing among the ferns, gazing
vacantly upon the world, and devouring a pres-
ent of hard-tack I had given him, — he was
ridding himself at once of that memorial of civ-
ilization, that, with bow and arrows in hand, he
might relapse into barbarism, in pathless wilds
along the flanks of Tacoma.
Soon the trail took a dip in the river, — a
morning bath in S'Kamish. Rapid, turbulent,
and deep was the S'Kamish, white with powder
of the boulders it had been churning above,
and so turbid that boulders here were invis-
ible. We must ford with our noses pointing
up stream, lest the urgent water, bearing against
the broadsides of our unsteady horses, should
dowse, if not drown us. Klale, floundering
sometimes, but always recovering himself, took
me over stoutly. My moccasins and scarlet leg-
gins were wet, but I had not become dazed
in the whirr and fallen, as it is easy to do.
Lubberly Antipodes flinched. He had some
96 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
stupid theory that the spot we had chosen, just
at the break above of a rapid, was a less com-
modious ford than the smooth whirlpools below.
He turned aside from honest roughness to delud-
ing smoothness. He stepped into the treacherous
pool, and the waters washed over him. There
was bread in the bags he bore. In an instant
he scrambled out, trying to look meritorious,
as dolts do when they have done doltishly and
yet escaped. And there was pulp in the bags
he bore. Pulp of hard-tack was now oozing
through the seams. I was possessor of two bag
puddings. My cakes were dough. Downright
and desiccating may be the sunshine of Ore-
gon August, but pilot-bread converted into wet
sponge resists a sunbeam as a cotton-bale resists
a cannon-ball. Only a few inner layers of the
bread were untouched ; as to the outer strata,
mouldiness pervaded them. Yet some one prof-
ited by this disaster ; Loolowcan henceforth had
mouldy biscuit at discretion. His discretion
would not have rejected even a fungous article.
To him my damp and crumblmg crackers were
a delicacy, the better for their earthy fragrance
and partial fermentation.
"We struck the trail again after this slight
misadventure, and went on through forests
nobler and denser than those of the dry levels
near Whulge. The same S'Kamish floods that
FOEESTS OF THE CASCADES. 97
spoiled my farinaceous stores nourished to
greater growth the mighty vegetables of this
valley. The arbor-vitae here gained grander
arborescence and fresher vitality. This shrub
of our gardens in the Middle States, and gnarled
tree of the Northeast, becomes in the North-
west a giant pyramid, with rich plates of foliage
drooping massively about a massive trunk. Its
full, juicy verdure, sweeping to the ground, is
a relief after the monotony of the stark stems
of fir forests. There was no lack of luxuriant
undergrowth along these lowlands by the river.
The narrow trail plunged into thickets impene-
trable but for its aid. Wherever ancient trunks
had fallen, there they lay; some in old decay
had become green, mossy mounds, the long
graves of prostrate giants, so carefully draped
with their velvet covering, that all sense of ruin
was gone. And some, that fell from uprightness
but a few seasons ago, showed still their purple
bark deepening in hue and dotted with tufts of
moss ; or where a crack had opened and re-
vealed their inner structure rotting slowly away,
there was such warm coloring as nature loves to
shed, that even decay may not be unlovely, and
the powdery wood, fractured into flaky cubes,
showed browns deep as the tones of old Flem-
ish pictures, or changeful agate-like crimsons
and solid yellows. Not always had the ancient
98 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
stem fallen to lie prone and hidden by younger
growths, whose life was sucked from the corse
of their ancestor. Sometimes, as the antiquated
arbor-vitsB, worn away at its base, swayed, bent,
and went crashing downward, it had been arrest-
ed among the close ranks of upstart trunks, and
hung there still, with long gray moss floating
from it, like the torn banners in a baronial
chapel, — hung there until its heart should rot
and crumble, and then, its shell of bark break-
ing, it should give way, and shower down in
scales and dust.
In this Northern forest there was no feverish
apprehension, such as we feel in a jungle of the
tropics, that every breath may be poison, — that
centipede in boot and scorpion in pocket, mere
external perils, will be far less fatal than the
inhaling of dense miasms, stirred from villa-
nous ambushes beneath mounds of flowery ver-
dure. Here no black and yellow serpent de-
fended the way, lifting above its ugly coil a
mobile head, with jaws that quiver and fangs
that play. It was a forest without poison, —
without miasma, and without venom.
It was a forest just not impassable for a train
like mine, and the trail was but a faint indi-
cation of a way, suggesting nothing except to
"the trained eye of an Indian. Into the pleached
thickets Klale could plunge and crash through,
FORESTS OF THE CASCADES, 99
while his cavalier fought against buffeting
branches, and bent to saddle-horn to avoid the
fate of Absalom. But when new-fallen trunks
of the sylvan giants, or great mossy mounds,
built barricades across the path, tall as the
quadruped whose duty it was to leap over them
— how in such case Klale the sprightly ? how
here Antipodes the flounderer ? how Gubbins,
stiff in the joints ?
Thus, by act answered Klale, — thus ; by a
leap, by a scramble, by a jerking plunge, by
a somerset ; like a cat, like a squirrel, like a
monkey, like an acrobat, like a mustang. To
overpass these obstacles is my business ; be it
yours to pass with me. You must prove to me,
a nag of the Klickatats, that Boston strangers
are as sticky as siwashes. Centaurs have some-
what gone out. I have been a party and an
actor when the mustang sprang lightly over the
barricade, and his rider stayed upon the other
side supine, and gazing still where he had just,
seen a disappearance of horse-heels.
Not wishing to lose the respect of so near a
comrade as my horse, I did not allow our union
to be dissolved. We clung together like volun-
tary Siamese twins, dashing between fir-trunks,
where my nigh leg or my off leg must whisk
away to avoid amputation, thrusting ourselves
beneath the aromatic denseness of the drooping
100 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
arbor-vitae, smothered together in punk when a
moss mound gave way and we sank down into
the dusty grave of a buried monarch of his dell,
or caught and balanced half-way over as we es-
sayed to leap the broad back of a fir fifteen feet
in the girth. Whether Klale, in our frantic
scrambles, became a biped, gesticulating and
clutching the air with two hoofed arms, — or
whether a monopod, alighted on his nose and
lifting on high a quintette of terminations, four
legs and a tail, — still Klale and I remained in-
separable.
Assuredly the world has no path worse than
that, — not even South American muds or dam-
aged corduroys in tropic swamps. But men must
pay their footing by labor, and we urged on, with
horses educated to their task, often fording the
S'Kamish, and careless now of wetting, clam-
bering up ridges black with sunless woods, and
penetrating steadily on through imperviousness.
Indian trails aim at the open hill-sides and avoid
the thickset valleys ; but in this most primeval
of forests the obstacles on the rugged buttresses
of the Cascade chain were impracticable as the
dense growth below.
"Ancoti nesika nanitch Boston hooihut;
presently we see the Boston road," said Loolow-
can. A glad sight whenever it comes, should
*' Boston road " here imply neat Macadam, well-
FORESTS OF THE CASCADES. 101
kept sidewalks, and files of pretty cottages, be-
hind screens of disciplined shrubbery. I had
heard indefinitely that a party of " Boston " men
— for so all Americans are called in the Chinook
jargon — were out from the settlements of
Whulge, viewing, or possibly opening, a way
across the Cascades, that emigrants of this sum-
mer might find their way into Washington Terri-
tory direct, leaving the great overland caravan
route near the junction of the two forks of the
Columbia. Such an enterprise was an epoch in
progress. It was the first effort of an infant
community to assert its individuality and eman-
cipate itself from the tutelage of Oregon.
Very soon the Boston hooihut became appar-
ent. An Indian's trail came into competition
with a 'civilized man's rude beginnings of a road.
Wood-choppers had passed through the forest,
like a tornado, making a broad belt of confusion.
Trim Boston neighborhoods would have scoffed
at this rough-and-tumble cleft of the wild wood,
and declined being responsible for its title. And
yet two centuries before this tramp of mine, my
progenitors were cutting just such paths near
Boston, and then Canonicus, Chickatabot, and
Passaconomy, sagamores of that region, were re-
garding the work very much as Owhhigh, Skloo,
and Kamaiakan, the " tyees " hereabouts, might
contrast this path with theirs. At present this
102 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
triumvirate of chieftainly siwashes would have
rightly deemed the Boston road far inferior to
their own. So the unenlightened generally
deem, when they inspect the destruction that
precedes reconstruction. This was a transition
period. In the Cascades, Klickatat institutions
were toppling, Boston notions coming in. It
was the fulness of time. Owhhigh and his pirati-
cal band, slaves of Time and Space, might go
dodging with lazy detours about downcast trunks,
about tangles of shrubs and brambles, about
zones of morass ; but Boston clans were now, in
the latter day, on the march, intending to be
masters of Time and Space, and straightforward-
ness was to be the law of motion here.
It was a transition state of things on the Bos-
ton hooihut, with all tlie incommodities of that
condition. The barricades of destructive disor-
der were in place, not yet displaced by construc-
tive order. Passage by this road of the future
was monstrous hard.
There is really no such thing as a conservative.
Joshua is the only one on record who ever ac-
complished anything, and he only kept things
quiet for one day. We must either move for-
ward with Hope and Faith, or backward to decay
and death of the soul. But though no man, not
even himself, has any real faith in a conservative,
for this one occasion I was compelled to violate
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the law of my nature, — to identify myself with
conservatism, and take the ancient trail instead
of the modern highway. Stiff as the obstacles
in the trail might be, the obstacles of the road
were still stiffer ; stumps were in it, fresh cut
and upstanding with sharp or splintered edges ;
felled trunks were in it, with wedge-shaped buts
and untrimmed branches, forming impregnable
abattis. One might enter those green bowers as
a lobster enters the pot ; extrication was another
and a tougher task. Every inch of the surface
was planted with laming caltrops, and the sap-
lings and briers that once grew there elastic
were now thrown together, a bristling hedge.
A belt of forest had been unmade and nothing
made. Patriotic sympathy did indeed influence
me to stumble a little way along this shaggy
waste. I launched my train into this complex-
ity, floundered awhile in one of its unbridged
bogs, and wrestled in its thorny labyrinths, until
so much of my patience as was not bemired was
flagellated to death by scorpion scourges of
briers. I trod these mazes until even Klale
showed signs of disgust, and Antipodes, ungainly
plodder, could only be propelled by steady disci-
pline of thwacks. Then I gave up my attempt
to be a consistent radical. I shook off the shav-
ings and splinters of a pioneer chaos, and fell
back into primeval ways. In the siwash hooi-
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hut there was nothing to be expected, and there-
fore no acrid pang of disappointment pierced my
prophetic soul when I found that path no better
than it should be. Pride fired those dusky tun-
nels, the eyes of Loolowcan, when we alighted
again upon his national road. The Boston hooi-
•hut was a failure, a miserable muddle. Loolow-
can leaped Gubbins over the first barricade,
and, pointing where Antipodes trotted to the
sound of rattling packs along the serpentine way,
said calmly, and without too ungenerous scorn,
" Closche ocook ; beautiful this."
Though I had abandoned their undone road, I
was cheered to have met fresh traces of my coun-
trymen. Their tree surgery was skilful. No
clumsy, tremulous hand had done butchery here
with haggling axe. The chopping was handiwork
of artists, men worthy to be regicide headsmen
of forest monarchs. By their cleavage light first
shone into this gloaming ; the selfish grandeurs
of this incognito earth were opened to day. I
flung myself forward two centuries, and thanked
these pioneers in the persons of posterity dwell-
ing peacefully in this noble region. He who
strikes the first blow merits all thanks. May my
descendants be as grateful to these Boston men
as I am now to the Boston men of two centuries
ago. And may they remember ancestral perils
and difficulties kindly, as I now recall how
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godly Puritans once brandished ruder axes and
bill-hooks, opening paths of future peace on the
shores of Massachusetts.
Our ascent was steady along the gorge of the
S'Kamish, ever in this same dense forest. We
had, however, escaped from the monotony of the
bare fir-trunks. Columns, even such as those
gracefuUest relics of Olympian Jove's temple by
the Cephissus, would weary were they planted
in ranks for leagues. The magnificent pyramids
of arbor-vitae filled the wood with sheen from
their bright, varnished leafage. It was an un
tenanted, silent forest, but silence here in this
sunshiny morning I found not awful, hardly
even solemn. Solitude became to me personal,
and pregnant with possible emanations, as if I
were a faithful pagan in those early days when
gods were seen of men, and when, under Grecian
skies. Pan and the Naiads whispered their secrets
to the lover of Nature.
There was rough vigor in these scenes, which
banished the half-formed dread that forest loue-
Imess and silence without a buzz or a song, and
dim vistas where sunlight falls in ghostly shapes^
and leaves shivering as if a sprite had passed,
may inspire. Pan here would have come in the
form of a rough, jolly giant, typifying the big, be-
neficent forces of Nature in her rugged moods.
Instead of dreading such a comrade, his presence
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106 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
seemed a fitting culmination to the influences of
the spot, and, yielding to a wild exhilaration, I
roused the stillness with appealing shouts.
" Mika wah wah copa Tamanoiis ? you talk
with demons ? " inquired Loolowcan with some-
thing of mysterious awe in his tone.
I called unto the gods of the forest, but none
answered. No sound came back to me save
some chance shots of echo where my voice struck
a gray, sinewy cedar-trunk, that rang again, or
the gentle murmur of solitude disturbed deep in
the grove, as the circles of agitated air vibrated
again to calmness. No answer from Pan or
Pan's unruly rout, — no sound from Satyr,
Nymph, or Faun, — though I shouted and sang
ever so loudly to them upon my way.
Through this broad belt of woodland, utterly
lifeless and lonely, I rode steadily, never dallying.
In the early afternoon I came upon a little bushy
level near the S'Kamish. We whisked along the
bends of the trail, when, suddenly whisking, I
pounced upon a biped, — a man, — a Caucasian
man, — a Celtic soldier, — a wayworn U. S.
Fourth Infantry sergeant, — a meditative smoker,
apart from the little army encamped within hail.
I followed him toward the tent of his fellows.
They were not revelling in the mad indulgence
of camp-life. Nor were their prancing steeds
champing angry bits and neighing defiance at
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the foe. Few of those steeds were in marching,
much less in prancing order. If they champed
their iron bits, it was because they had no other
nutriment to nibble at in that adust halting-place.
As to camp revelry, the American army has
revelled but once, — in the Halls of the Monte-
zumas, — a very moderate allowance of revelry
for a space of threescore and ten years. Since
that time they have fortunately escaped the
ugly business of butchery, antecedent to rev-
elry. Their better duty has been to act as the
educated pioneers and protectors of Western
progress.
Such was the office of this detachment. They
were of Capt. McClellan's expedition for flush-
ing a Pacific Railroad in the brakes and bosks
and tangled forests of the Cascades. I, taking
casual glimpses through intricacy, had flushed
or scared up only an unfledged Boston hooihut.
Their success had been no greater, and while
the main body continued the hunt, this smaller
party was on commissariat service, going across
to Squally and Steilacoom for other bags of pork
and hard-tack, lest dinnerlessness should befall
the Hunters of Railroads, and there should be
aching voids among them that no tightening
of belt-buckles could relieve.
I found an old acquaintance, Lieut. H., in
command of these foragers. Three months be-
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fore we had descended the terrace where Colum-
bia Barracks behold the magnificent sweeps of
the Columbia, and, far beyond, across a realm
of forest, Mt. Hood, sublime pyramid of snows, —
we had strolled down together to the river-bank
to take our stirrup-cup with Governor Ogden,
kindliest of hosts, at the Hudson's Bay Com-
pany's post of Fort Vancouver. Now, after
wanderings hither and yon, we suddenly con-
fronted each other in the wilderness, and ex-
changed hearty greetings. I was the enviable
man, with my compact party and horses in
tolerable condition. He officered a squadron
of Rosinantes, a very wayworn set, and the
obstacles on the trail that I could lightly skip
over he must painfully beleaguer. He informed
me that the road-makers were at work some-
where this side of the summit of the Pass. I
might overtake them before night.
While we sympathized and gossiped, Loolow-
can slunk forward to say, " Sia-a-ah mitlite
ocook tipsoo, car nesika moosum ; far, far is
that grass spot where we sleep ; — pe wake
siah chaco polikely ; and not far comes night."
So I turned from the tents of the busy camp,
busy even in repose. H. walked with me to
the S'Kamish to show me the ford. If from
the scanty relics of his stores he could not offer
hospitality, he would give me a fact from his
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experience of crossing the river, so that I need
not dip involuntarily in the deeps, and swallow
cold comfort. On the bank some whittlers of
his squad had amused themselves with whittling
down a taper fir-tree, a slender wand, three
hundred feet in length from where its but lay
among the chips, to the tip of its pompon,
where it had fallen across the stream.
H. looked suspiciously upon the low-browed
and frowzy Loolowcan, and doubted the safety
and certainty of journeying with such a guide
in such a region, — as, indeed, I did myself. I
forded unducked in the ripples, turned to wave
him adieu, and blotted myself out of his sphere
behind the sky-scraper firs. We met next in
the foyer of the opera, between acts of Tra-
viata.
Loneliness no longer lay heavy in the woods.
It was shattered and trampled out where that
little army had marched. Presently in their
trail a ghostly object appeared, — not a ghost,
but something tending fast toward the ghostly
state ; a poor, wasted, dreary white horse, stand-
ing in the trail, abandoned, too stilF to fall, too
weary to stir. Every winged phlebotomizer of
the Oregon woods seemed to have hastened
hither to blacken that pale horse, soon to be
Death's, and, though he trembled feebly, he had
not power to scatter the nipping insects with a
110 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
convulsive shake. I approached, and whisked
away his tormentors by the aid of a maple-bush.
They fought me for a while, but finding me
resolute, confident in their long-enduring pa-
tience, they retired with a loud and angry buzz.
I could find no morsel of refreshment for him
in the bitter woods. At mouldy hard-tack he
shook a despairing head. In fact, it was too
late. There comes a time to horses when they
cannot prance with the prancers, or plod with
the plodders, or trail weary hoofs after the march
of their comrades. Yet it was more chivalric
for this worn-out estray to die here in the aro-
matic forest, than to lose life in the vile ooze of
a Broadway.
Poor, lean mustang, victim of progress ! Noth-
ing to do but let him die, since I could not bring
myself to a merciful assassination. So I went on
disconsolate after the sight of sufiering, until my
own difficulties along that savage trail compelled
my thought away from dwelling on another's
pain.
VI.
"BOSTON TILICUM."
Night was now coming, — twilight, dearest and
teuderest of all the beautiful changes of circling
day was upon us. But twilight, the period of
repose, and night, of restful slumbers, are not
welcome to campaigners, unless a camp, with
water, fodder, and fuel, the three requisites of a
camp, are provided. "We saw our day waning
without having revealed to us a spot where these
three were coincident. Fuel, indeed, there was
anywhere without stint, and water might be found
without much searching. But in this primeval
wood there were no beds of verdant herbage
where Klale and his companions might solace
themselves for clambering and plunging and
leaping all day. Verdancy enough there was
under foot, but it was the green velvet of earthy
moss. In some dusty, pebbly openings where
the river overflows in Spring, the horses had
had a noon nibble at spears of grass, juiceless,
scanty, and unattractive. My trio of hungry
horses flagged sadly.
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It was darkening fast when we reached an
open spot where Loolowcan had hoped to find
grass. Arid starvation alone was visible. Even
such wiry attempts at v.erdnre as the stagnant
blood of this petty desert had been able to force
up through its harsh pores were long ago shaved
away by drought. The last nibbles had been
taken to-day by the sorry steeds of the exploring
party.
There was nothing for it but to go on.
Whither? To the next crossing of the river,
where the horses might make what they could
out of water, and entertain themselves with
browsing at alder and maple.
We hurried on, for it was now dark. The
Boston hooihut suddenly came charging out of
the gloaming, and crossed the trail. Misunder-
standing the advice of ray taciturn and mono-
syllabic guide, I left the Indian way, and followed
the white man's. Presently it ended, but the
trees were blazed where it should pass. Blazes
were but faint signals of guidance by twilight.
Dimmer grew the woods. Stars were visible
overhead, and the black circles of the forest shut
off the last gleams of the west. Every obstacle
of fallen tree, bramble, and quagmire now
loomed large and formidable. And then in
the darkness, now fully possessor of the woods,
the blazes suddenly disappeared, went out, and
"BOSTON TILICUM." 113
ceased, like a deluding will-o'-the-wisp. Here
was a crisis. Had the hooihut actually given
out here m an invisible blaze, high up a stump ?
Road that dared so much and did so much, were
its energies effete, its purpose broken down ?
And the pioneers, had they shrunk away from
leadership of civilization, and slunk homeward ?
However that might be, we were at present
lost. Ride thou on, Loolowcan, and see if Some-
where is hereabouts; we cannot make a night
of it in Nowhere.
Loolowcan dashed Gubbins at darkness ; it
opened and closed upon him. For a moment
I could hear him crashing through the wood ;
then there was silence. I was quite alone.
Prying into silence for sight or sound, I dis-
cerned a rumble, as if of water over a pebbly
path. I fastened Klale and Antipodes, as bea-
cons of return, and, laying hold of the pleasant
noise of flowing, went with it. Somewhere was
actually in my near neighborhood. Sound guided
me to sight. Suddenly behind the fir-trunks I
caught the gleam of fire. At the same moment,
Loolowcan, cautiously stealing back, encountered
me.
"Hin pasaiooks copa pire, nika nanitch-pose
wake siks ; many blanketeers, by a fire, I be-
hold," he whispered, " perhaps not friends."
" Conoway pasaiooks siks copa pasaiooks ; all
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blanketeers friends to blanketeers," I boldly as-
severated without regard to history ; " wake quash,
— ocook Boston tilicum, mamook hooihut ; fear
not, — these are Boston folk, road-makers."
I led the way confidently toward their beacon-
fire. Friends or not, the pasaiooks were better
company than black tree-trunks. The flame, at
first but a cloudy glimmer, then a flicker, now
gave broad and welcome light. It could not
conquer darkness with its bold illumination, for
darkness is large and strong; but it showed a
path out of it. As we worked our way slowly
forward, the great trees closed dimly after us,
— giants attending out of their domain intru-
ders very willing to be thus sped into realms
of better omen.
Beating through a flageUant thicket, we emerged
upon the bank of my rumbling stream. Across
it a great camp-fire blazed. A belt of reflected
crimson lay upon the clear water. Every ripple
and breaker of the hostile element tore at this
shadow of light, riving it into rags and streamers,
and drowning them away down the deU. Still
the shattered girdle was there undestroyed, lash-
ing every coming gush of waves, and smiting the
stream as if to open a pathway for us, new-
comers forth from the darksome wood.
A score of men were grouped about the fire.
Several had sprung up alert at the crashing
"BOSTON TILICUM." 115
of our approach. Others reposed untroubled.
Others tended viands odoriferous and fizzing.
Others stirred the flame. Around, the forest
rose, black as Erebus, and the men moved in
the glare against the gloom like pitmen in the
blackest of coal-mines.
I must not dally on the brink, half hid in the
obscure thicket, lest the alert ones below should
suspect an ambush, and point towards me open-
mouthed rifles from their stack near at hand. I
was enough out of the woods to halloo, as I did
heartily. Klale sprang forward at shout and
spur. Antipodes obeyed a comprehensible hint
from the whip of Loolowcan. We dashed down
into the crimson pathway, and across among the
astonished road-makers, — astonished at the sud-
den alighting down from Nowhere of a pair of
cavaliers, pasaiook and siwash. What meant
this incursion of a strange couple ? I became at
once the centre of a red-flannel-shirted circle.
The recumbents stood on end. The cooks let
their frying-pans bubble over, while, in response
to looks of expectation, I hung out my handbill,
and told the society my brief and simple tale.
I was not running away from any fact in my
history. A harmless person, asking no favors,
with plenty of pork and spongy biscuit in his
bags, — only going home across the continent,
if may be, and glad, gentlemen pioneers, of this
unexpected pleasure.
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My quality thus announced, the boss of the
road-makers, without any dissenting voice, offered
me the freedom of their fireside. He called for
the fatted pork, that I might be entertained right
republicanly. Every cook proclaimed supper
ready. I followed my representative host to tlie
windward side of the greenwood pyre, lest smoke
wafting toward my eyes should compel me to
disfigure the banquet with lachrymose counte-
nance.
Fronting the coals, and basking in their em-
browning beams, were certain diminutive tar-
gets, well known to me as defensive armor against
darts of cruel hunger, — cakes of unleavened
bread, hight flapjacks in the vernacular, confect-
ed of flour and the saline juices of fire-ripened
pork, and kneaded well with drops of the living
stream. Baked then in frying-pan, they stood
now, each nodding forward, and resting its edge
upon a planted twig, toasting crustily till cruncli-
ing-time should come. And now to every man
his target ! Let supper assail us ! No dastards
with trencher are we.
In such a Platonic republic as this, a man
found his place according to his powers. The
cooks were no base scullions ; they were breth-
ren, whom conscious ability, sustained by univer-
, sal suffrage, had endowed with the frying-pan.
Each man's target flapjack served him for platter
"BOSTON TILICUM." 117
and edible-table. Coffee, also, for beverage, the
fraternal cooks set before us in infrangible tin
pots, — coffee ripened in its red husk by Brazil-
ian suns thousands of leagues away, that we, in
cool Northern forests, might feel the restorative
power of its concentrated sunshine, feeding vital-
ity with fresh fuel.
But for my graminivorous steeds, gallopers
all day long in rough, unflinching steeple-chase,
what had nature done here in the way of prov-
ender ? Alas ! little or naught. This camp of
plenty for me was a starvation camp for them.
Water, indeed, was turned on liberally ; water
was flowing in full sluices from the neighbor
snows of Tacoma ; but more than water was
their need, while they feverishly browsed on ma-
ple-leaves, to imbitter away their appetites. Only
a modicum of my soaked and fungous hard-tack
could be spared to each. They turned upon me
melancholy, reproachful looks ; they suffered,
and I could only suffer sympathetically. Poor
preparation this for toil ahead ! But fat prairies
also are ahead ; have patience, empty mustangs !
My hosts were a stalwart gang. I had truly
divined them from their cleavage on the hooihut.
It was but play to any one of these to whittle
down a cedar five feet in diameter. In the
morning, this compact knot of comrades would
explode into a mitraille of jnen wielding keen
118 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
axes, and down would go the dumb, stolid files
of the forest. Their talk was as muscular as
their arms. When these laughed, as only men
fresh and hearty and in the open air can laugh,
the world became mainly grotesque : it seemed
at once a comic thing to live, — a subject for
chuckling, that we were bipeds, with noses, — a
thing to roar at, that we had all met there from
the wide world, to hobnob by a frohcsome fire
with tin pots of coffee, and partake of crisped
bacon and toasted doughboys in ridiculous abun-
dance. Easy laughter infected the atmosphere.
Echoes ceased to be pensive, and became jocose.
A rattling humor pervaded the forest, and Green
Kiver rippled with noise of fantastic jollity. Civ-
ilization and its dilettante diners-out sneer when
Clodpole at Dives's table doubles his soup, knifes
his fish, tilts his plate into his lap, puts muscle
into the crushing of his meringue, and tosses off
the warm beaker in his finger-bowl. Camps by
Tacoma sneer not at all, but candidly roar, at
parallel accidents. Gawky makes a cushion of
his flapjack. Butterfingers drops his red-hot
rasher into his bosom, or lets slip his mug of
coffee into his boot drying at the fire, — a boot
henceforth saccharine. A mule, slipping his hal-
ter, steps forward unnoticed, puts his nose into
the circle, and brays resonant. These are the
jocular boons of life, and at these the woodsmen
"BOSTON TILICUM." 119
guffaw with lusty good-nature. Coarse and rude
the jokes may be, but not nasty, like the innuen-
does of pseudo-refined cockneys. If the woods-
men are guilty of uncleanly wit, it differs from
the uncleanly wit of cities as the mud of a road
differs from the sticky slime of slums.
It is a stout sensation to meet masculine, mus-
cular men at the brave point of a penetrating
Boston hooihut, — men who are mates, — men to
whom technical culture means naught, — men
to whom myself am naught, unless I can saddle,
lasso, cook, sing, and chop ; unless I am a man
of nerve and pluck, and a brother in generosity
and heartiness. It is restoration to play at cudg-
els of jocoseness with a circle of friendly roughs,
not one of whom ever heard the word bore, —
with pioneers, who must think and act, and
wrench their living from the closed hand of
Nature.
Men who slash with axes in Oregon woods
need not be chary of fuel. They fling together
boles and branches enough to keep any man's do-
mestic Lares warm for a winter. And over this
vast pyre flame takes its splendid pleasure with
corybantic dances and roaring pasans of victory.
Fire, encouraged to do its work fully, leaves no
unsightly grim corses on the field. The glow
of embers wastes into the pallor of thin ashes ;
and winds may clear the spot, drifting away and
120 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
sprinkling upon brother trees faint, filmy relics
of their departed brethren.
While fantastic flashes were still leaping up
and illumining the black circuit of forest, every
man made his bed, laid down his blankets in
starry bivouac, and slept like a mummy. The
camp became vocal with snores ; nasal with snores
of various calibre was the forest. Some in tri-
umphant tones announced that dreams of conflict
and victory were theirs ; some sighed in dulcet
strains that told of lover dreams ; some drew
shrill whistles through cavernous straits ; some
wheezed grotesquely, and gasped piteously ; and
from some who lay supine, snoring up at the
fretted roof of forest, sound gushed in spasms,
leaked in snorts, bubbled in puffs, as steam
gushes, leaks, and bubbles from yawning valves
in degraded steamboats. They died away into
the music of my dreams, a few moments seemed
to pass, and it was day.
As the erect lily droops when the subterranean
worm has taken a gnaw at its stalk, — as the
dahlia desponds from blossom to tuber when Sep-
tember frosts nip shrewdly, — so at breakfast-
less morn, after supperless eve, drooped Klale,
feebly drooped Gubbins, flabbily drooped An-
tipodes. A sorry sight ! Starvation, coming on
the heels of weariness, was fast reducing my
stud to the condition of the ghostly estray from
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the exploring party. But prosperity is not many
leagues away from this adversity. Have cour-
age, my trio, if such a passion is possible to the
unfed !
If horses were breakfastless, not so was their
master. The road-makers had insisted that I
should be tlieir guest, partaking not only of the
fire, air, earth, and water of their bivouac, but
of an honorable share at their feast. Hardly had
the snoring of the snorers ceased, when the fry-
ing of the fryers began. In the pearly-gray mists
of dawn, purple shirts were seen busy about the
kindling pile ; in the golden haze of sunrise,
cooks brandished pans over fierce coals raked
from the red-hot jaws of flame that champed
their breakfast of fir logs. Rashers, doughboys
not without molasses, and coffee — a bill of fare
identical with last night's — were our morning
meal ; but there was absolute change of circum-
stance to prevent monotony. We had daylight
instead of firelight, freshness instead of fatigue,
and every man flaunted a motto of " Up and
doing ! " upon his oriflamme, instead of trailing
a drooping flag, inscribed " Done up ! "
And so adieu, gentlemen pioneers, and thanks
for your frank, manly hospitality ! Adieu, " Bos-
ton tilicum," far better types of robust American-
ism than some of those selected as its represent-
atives by Boston of the Orient, where is too much
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worship of what is, and not too much uplifting
of hopeful looks toward what ought to be !
As I started, the woodsmen gave me a salute.
Down, to echo my shout of farewell, went a fir
of fifty years' standing. It cracked sharp, like
the report of a howitzer, and crashed downward,
filling the woods with shattered branches. Under
cover of this first shot, I dashed at the woods. I
could ride more boldly forward into savageness,
knowing that the front ranks of my nation were
following close behind.
VII.
TACOMA.
Up and down go the fortunes of men, now
benignant, now malignant. Ante meridiem of
our lives, we are rising characters. Our fuU
noon comes, and we are borne with plaudits on
the shoulders of a grateful populace. Post me-
ridiem^ we are ostracized, if not more rudely
mobbed. At twilight, we are perhaps recalled,
and set on the throne of Nestor.
Such slow changes in esteem are for men of
some import and of settled character. Loolowcan
suffered under a more rapidly fluctuating public
opinion. At the camp of the road-makers, he had
passed through a period of neglect, — almost of
ignominy. My hosts had prejudices against red-
skins ; they treated the son of Owhhigh with
no consideration ; and he became depressed and
slinking in manner under the influence of their
ostracism. No sooner had we disappeared from
the range of Boston eyes than Loolowcan re-
sumed his leadership and his control. I was very
secondary now, and followed him humbly enough
124 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
up the heights we had reached. Here were all
the old difficulties increased, because they were
no longer met on a level. We were to climb the
main ridge, — the mountain of La TSte, — aban-
doning the valley, assaulting the summits. And
here, as Owhhigh had prophesied in his harangue
at Nisqually, the horse's mane must be firmly
grasped by the climber. Poor, panting, weary
nags ! may it be true, the promise of Loolowcan,
that not far away is abundant fodder ! But
where can aught, save firs with ostrich digestion,
grow on these rough, forest-clad shoulders ?
So I clambered on till near noon.
I had been following thus for many hours the
blind path, harsh, darksome, and utterly lonely,
urging on with no outlook, encountering no land-
mark, — at last, as I stormed a ragged crest, gain-
ing a height that overtopped the firs, and, halting
there for panting moments, glanced to see if I
had achieved mastery as well as position, — as I
looked somewhat wearily and drearily across the
solemn surges of forest, suddenly above their
sombre green appeared Tacoma. Large and
neighbor it stood, so near that every jewel of its
snow-fields seemed to send me a separate ray ;
yet not so near but that I could with one look
take in its whole image, from clear-cut edge to
edge.
All aroimd it the dark evergreens rose like a
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ruff ; above them the mountain splendors swelled
statelier for the contrast. Sunlight of noon was
so refulgent upon the crown, and lay so thick
and dazzling in nooks and chasms, that the eye
sought repose of gentler lights, and found it in
shadowed nooks and clefts, where, sunlight en-
tering not, delicate mist, an emanation from the
blue sky, had fallen, and lay sheltered and trem-
ulous, a mild substitute for the stronger glory.
The blue haze so wavered and trembled into sun-
light, and sunbeams shot glimmering over snowy
brinks so like a constant avalanche, that I might
doubt whether this movement and waver and
glimmer, this blending of mist with noontide
flame, were not a drifting smoke and cloud of
yellow sulphurous vapor floating over some slowly
chilling crater far down in the red crevices.
But if the giant fires had ever burned under
that cold summit, they had long since gone out.
The dome that swelled up passionately had
crusted over and then fallen in upon itself, not
vigorous enough with internal life to bear up in
smooth proportion. Where it broke into ruin
was no doubt a desolate waste, stern, craggy, and
riven, but such drear results of Titanic convul-
sion the gentle snows hid from view.
No foot of man had ever trampled those pure
snows. It was a virginal mountain, distant from
the possibility of human approach and human
126 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
inquisitiveness as a marble goddess is from liu
man loves. Yet there was nothing unsympa-
thetic in its isolation, or despotic in its distant
majesty. But this serene loftiness was no home
for any deity of those that men create. Only the
thought of eternal peace arose from this heaven-
upbearing monument like incense, and, overflow-
ing, filled the world with deep and holy calm.
Wherever the mountain turned its cheek to-
ward the sun, many fair and smiling dimples ap-
peared, and along soft curves of snow, Hues of
shadow drew tracery, fair as the blue veins on a
child's temple. Without the infinite sweetness
and charm of this kindly changefulness of form
and color, there might have been oppressive awe
in the presence of this transcendent glory against
the solemn blue of noon. Grace played over the
surface of majesty, as a drift of rose-leaves wavers
in the air before a summer shower, or as a wreath
of rosy mist flits before the grandeur of a storm.
Loveliness was sprinkled like a boon of blossoms
upon sublimity.
Our lives forever demand and need visual im-
ages that can be symbols to us of the grandeur
or the sweetness of repose. There are some
faces that arise dreamy in our memories, and
look us into calmness in our frantic moods.
Fair and happy is a life that need not call upon
its vague memorial dreams for such attuning in-
TACOMA. 127
fluence, but can turn to a present reality, and ask
tranquillity at the shrine of a household goddess.
The noble works of nature, and mountains most
of all,
" have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal silence."
And, studying the light and the majesty of
Tacoma, there passed from it and entered into
my being, to dwell there evermore by the side of
many such, a thought and an image of solemn
beauty, which I could thenceforth evoke when-
ever in the world I must have peace or die. For
such emotion years of pilgrimage were worthily
spent. If mortal can gain the thoughts of im-
mortality, is not his earthly destiny achieved ?
For, when we have so studied the visible poem,
and so fixed it deep in the very substance of our
minds, there is forever with us not merely a per-
petual possession of delight, but a watchful mon-
itor that will not let our thoughts be long unfit
for the pure companionship of beauty. For
whenever a man is false to the light that is in
him, and accepts meaner joys, or chooses the
easy indulgence that meaner passions give, then
every fair landscape in all his horizon dims, and
all its grandeurs fade and dwindle away, the
glory vanishes, and he looks, like one lost, upon
his world, late so lovely and sinless.
128 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
While I was studying Tacoma, and learning its
fine lesson, it in turn might contemplate its own
image far away on the waters of Whulge, where
streams from its own snows, gushing seaward to
buffet in the boundless deep, might rejoice in a
last look at their parent ere they swept out of
Puyallop Bay. Other large privilege of view it
had. It could see what I could not, — Tacoma
tlie Less, Mt. Adams, meritorious but clumsy ;
it could reflect sunbeams gracefully across a
breadth of forest to St. Helen's, the vestal vir-
gin, who still kept her flame kindled, and proved
her watchfulness ever and anon. Continuing
its panoramic studies, Tacoma could trace the
chasm of the Columbia by silver circles here and
there, — could see every peak, chimney, or un-
opened vent, from Kulshan to Shasta Butte.
The Blue Mountains eastward were within its
scope, and westward the faint-blue levels of the
Pacific. Another region, worthy of any moun-
tain's beholding, Tacoma sees, somewhat vague
and dim in distance : it sees the sweet Arcadian
valley of the Willamette, charmuig with meadow,
park, and grove. In no older world where men
have, in all their happiest moods, recreated them-
selves for generations in taming earth to orderly
beauty, have they achieved a fairer garden than
Nature's simple labor of love has made there,
giving to rough pioneers the blessings and the
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possible education of refined and finished land-
scape, in the presence of landscape strong, sav-
age, and majestic.
All this Tacoma beholds, as I can but briefly
hint ; and as one who is a seer himself becomes
a tower of light and illumination to the world, so
Tacoma, so every brother seer of his among the
lofty snow-peaks, stands to educate, by his inevi-
table presence, every dWeller thereabouts. Our
race has never yet come into contact with great
mountains as companions of daily life, nor felt
that daily development of the finer and more-
comprehensive senses which these signal facts
of nature compel. That is an influence of the
future. The Oregon people, in a climate where
being is bliss, — where every breath is a draught
of vivid Hfe, — these Oregon people, carrying to
a new and grander New England of the West a
fuller growth of the American Idea, under whose
teaching the man of lowest ambitions must still
have some little indestructible respect for him-
self, and the brute of most tyrannical aspirations
some little respect for others ; carrying there a
religion two centuries farther on than the crude
and cruel Hebraism of the Puritans; carrying
the civilization of history where it will not suf-
fer by the example of Europe, — with such ma-
terial, that Western society, when it crystallizes,
will elaborate new systems of thought and life.
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It is unphilosophical to suppose that a strong
race, developing under the best, largest, and
calmest conditions of nature, will not achieve a
destiny.
Up to Tacoma, or into some such solitude of
nature, imaginative men must go, as Moses went
up to Sinai, that the divine afflatus may stir
within them. The siwashes appreciate, accord-
ing to their capacity, the inspiration of lonely
grandeur, and go upon the mountains, starving
and alone, that they may become seers, enchant-
ers, magicians, diviners, — what in conventional
lingo is called " big medicine." For though the
Indians here have not peopled these thrones of
their world with the creatures of an anthropo-
morphic mythology, they yet deem them the
abode of Tamanoiis. Tamanoiis is a vague and
half-personified type of the \mknown, of the mys-
terious forces of nature ; and there is also an in-
definite multitude of undefined emanations, each
one a tamanoiis with a small t, which are busy
and impish in complicating existence, or equally
active and spritely in unravelling it. Each In-
dian of this region patronizes his own personal
tamanoiis, as men of the more eastern tribes keep
a private manitto, and as Socrates kept a daimSn.
To supply this want, Tamanoiis with a big T un-
dergoes an avatar, and incarnates himself into a
salmon, a beaver, a clam, or into some inanimate
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object, such as a canoe, a paddle, a fir-tree, a
flint, or into some elemental essence, as fire,
water, sun, mist ; and tamanoiis thus individ-
ualized becomes the " guide, philosopher, and
friend" of every siwash, conscious that other-
wise he might stray and be lost in the unknown
realms of Tamanoiis.
Hamitchou, a frowzy ancient of the Squally-
amish, told to Dr. Tolmie and me, at Nisqually,
a legend of Tamanoiis and Tacoma, which, being
interpreted, runs as follows : —
r Hamitchou's Legend.
" Avarice, 0 Boston tyee," quoth Hamitchou,
studying me with dusky eyes, " is a mighty pas-
sion. Now, be it known unto thee that we In-
dians anciently used not metals nor the money
of you blanketeers. Our circulating medium was
shells, — wampum you would name it. Of all
wampum, the most precious is Hiaqua. Hiaqua
comes from the far north. It is a small, perfo-
rated shell, not unlike a very opaque quill tooth-
pick, tapering from the middle, and cut square
at both ends. We string it in many strands,
and hang it around the neck of one we love, —
namely, each man Ms own neck. We also buy
with it what our hearts desire. He who has most
hiaqua is best and wisest and happiest of all the
northern Haida and of aU the people of Whulge.
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The mountain horsemen value it ; and braves of
the terrible Blackfeet have been known, in the
good old days, to come over and offer a horse or
a wife for a bunch of fifty hiaqua.
" Now, once upon a time there dwelt where
this fort of Nisqually now stands a wise old
man of the Squallyamish. He was a great fish-
erman and a great hunter ; and the wiser he
grew, much the wiser he thought himself When
he had grown very wise, he used to stay apart
from every other siwash. Companionable salmon-
boilings round a common pot had no charms
for him. ' Feasting was wasteful,' he said, ' and
revellers would come to want.' And when they
verified his prophecy, and were full of hunger
and empty of salmon, he came out of his her-
mitage, and had salmon to sell.
" Hiaqua was the pay he always demanded ;
and as he was a very wise old man, and knew
all the tideways of Whulge, and all the enticing
ripples and placid spots of repose in every river
where fish might dash or delay, he was sure
to have salmon when others wanted, and thus
bagged largely of its precious equivalent, hiaqua.
" Not only a mighty fisher was the sage, but a
mighty hunter, and elk, the greatest animal of
the woods, was the game he loved. Well had he
studied every trail where elk leave the print of
their hoofs, and where, tossing their heads, they
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bend the tender twigs. "Well had he searched
through the broad forest, and found the long-
haired prairies where elk feed luxuriously ; and
there, from behind palisade fir-trees, he had
launched the fatal arrow. Sometimes, also, he
lay beside a pool of sweetest water, revealed to
him by gemmy reflections of sunshine gleaming
through the woods, until at noon the elk came
down, to find death awaiting him as he stooped
and drank. Or beside the same fountain the old
man watched at night, drowsily starting at every
crackling branch, until, when the moon was high,
and her illumination declared the pearly water,
elk dashed forth incautious into the glade, and
met their midnight destiny.
" Elk-meat, too, he sold to his tribe. This
brought him pelf, but, alas for his greed, the
pelf came slowly. Waters and woods were rich
in game. All the Squally amish were hunters
and fishers, though none so skilled as he. They
were rarely in absolute want, and, when they
came to him for supplies, they were far too poor
in liiaqua.
" So the old man thought deeply, and com-
muned with his wisdom, and, while he waited for
fish or beast, he took advice within himself from
his demon, — he talked with Tamanoiis. And
always the question was, ' How may I put hiaqua
in my purse ? '
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" Tamanoiis never revealed to him that far to
the north, beyond the waters of Whulge, are
tribes with their under Hp pierced with a fish-
bone, among whom hiaqua is plenty as salmon-
berries are in the woods what time in mid-sum-
mer salmon fin it along the reaches of Whulge.
"But the more Tamanoiis did not reveal to
him these mysteries of nature, the more he kept
dreamily prying into his own mind, endeavoring
to devise some scheme by which he might discover
a treasure-trove of the beloved shell. His life
seemed wasted in the patient, frugal industry,
which only brought slow, meagre gains. He
wanted the splendid elation of vast wealth and
the excitement of sudden wealth. His own pe-
culiar tamanoiis was the elk. Elk was also his
totem, the cognizance of his freemasonry with
those of his own family, and their family friends
in other tribes. Elk, therefore, were every way
identified with his life ; and he hunted them
farther and farther up through the forests on the
flanks of Tacoma, hoping that some day his ta-
manoiis would speak in the dying groan of one
of them, and gasp out the secret of the mines of
hiaqua, his heart's desire.
" Tacoma was so white and glittering, that it
seemed to stare at him very terribly and mock-
ingly, and to know his shameful avarice, and
how it led him to take from starving women their
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cherished lip and nose jewels of hiaqua, and to
give them in return only tough scraps of dried
elk-meat and salmon. When men are shabby,
mean, and grasping, they feel reproached for
their grovelling lives by the unearthliness of
nature's beautiful objects, and they hate flowers,
and sunsets, mountains, and the quiet stars of
heaven.
" Nevertheless," continued Hamitchou, " this
wise old fool of my legend went on stalking elk
along the sides of Tacoma, ever dreaming of
wealth. And at last, as he was hunting near the
snows one day, one very clear and beautiful day
of late summer, when sunlight was magically
disclosing far distances, and making all nature
supernaturally visible and proximate, Tamanoiis
began to work in the soul of the miser.
" ' Are you brave,' whispered Tamanoiis in
the strange, ringing, dull, silent thunder-tones
of a demon voice. 'Dare you go to the caves
where my treasures are hid ? '
" ' I dare,' said the miser.
" He did not know that his lips had syllabled
a reply. He did not even hear his own words.
But all the place had become suddenly vocal with
echoes. The great rock against which he leaned
crashed forth, ' I dare.' Then all along through
the forest, dashing from tree to tree and lost at
last among the murmuring of breeze-shaken
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leaves, went careering his answer, taken up and
repeated scornfully, ' I dare.' And after a si-
lence, while the daring one trembled and would
gladly have ventured to shout, for the companion-
ship of liis own voice, there came across from the
vast snow wall of Tacoma a tone like the muf-
fled, threatening plunge of an avalanche into a
chasm, ' I dare.'
" ' You dare,' said Tamanoiis, enveloping him
with a dread sense of an unseen, supernatural
presence ; * you pray for wealth of hiaqua.
Listen ! '
" Tliis injunction was hardly needed ; the
miser was listening with dull eyes kindled and
starting. He was listening with every rusty hair
separating from its unkempt mattedness, and
outstanding upright, a caricature of an aureole.
" ' Listen,' said Tamanoiis, in the noonday
hush. And then Tamanoiis vouchsafed at last
the great secret of the hiaqua mines, while in
terror near to death the miser heard, and every
word of guidance toward the hidden treasure
of the momitains seared itself into his soul in-
effaceably,
" Silence came again more terrible now than
the voice of Tamanoiis, — silence under the
shadow of the great cliflf, — silence deepening
down the forest vistas, — silence filling the void
up to the snows of Tacoma. All life and motion
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seemed paralyzed. At last Skai-ki, the Blue-Jay,
the wise bird, foe to magic, sang cheerily over-
head. Her song seemed to refresh again the
honest laws of nature. The buzz of life stirred
everywhere again, and the inspired miser rose
and hastened home to prepare for his work.
" When Tamanoiis has put a great thought in
a man's brain, has whispered him a great discov-
ery within his power, or hinted at a great crime,
that spiteful demon does not likewise suggest
the means of accomplishment.
" The miser, therefore, must call upon his own
skill to devise proper tools, and upon his own judg-
ment to fix upon the most fitting time for carry-
ing out his quest. Sending his squaw out to the
kamas prairie, under pretence that now was the
season for her to gather their winter store of that
sickish-sweet esculent root, and that she might
not have her squaw's curiosity aroused by seeing
him at strange work, he began his preparations.
He took a pair of enormous elk-horns, and fash-
ioned from each horn a two-pronged pick or
spade, by removing all the antlers except the two
topmost. He packed a good supply of kippered
salmon, and filled his pouch with kinni kinnick
for smoking in his black stone pipe. With his
bow and arrows and his two elk-horn picks
wrapped in buckskin hung at his back, he start-
ed just before sunset, as if for a long hunt. His
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old, faithful, maltreated, blanketless, vermilion-
less squaw, returning with baskets full of kamas,
saw him disappearing moodily down the trail.
" All that night, all the day following, he moved
on noiselessly by paths he knew. He hastened
on, unnoticing outward objects, as one with a
controlling purpose hastens. Elk and deer,
bounding through the trees, passed him, but he
tarried not. At night he camped just below the
snows of Tacoma. He was weary, weary, and
chill night-airs blowing down from the summit
almost froze him. He dared not take his fire-
sticks, and, placing one perpendicular upon a
little hollow on the flat side of the other, twirl
the upright stick rapidly between his palms
until the charred spot kindled and lighted his
' tipsoo,' his dry, tindery wool of inner bark.
A fire, gleaming high upon the mountain-side,
might be a beacon to draw thither any night-
wandering savage to watch in ambush, and learn
the path toward the mines of hiaqua. So he
drowsed chilly and fireless, awakened often by
dread sounds of crashing and rumbling among
the chasms of Tacoma. He desponded bitterly,
almost ready to abandon his quest, almost doubt-
ing whether he had in truth received a revelation,
whether his interview with Tamanoiis had not
been a dream, and finally whether all the hiaqua
in the world was worth this toil and anxiety.
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Fortunate is the sage who at such a point turns
back and buys his experience without worse
befalling him.
" Past midnight he suddenly was startled from
his drowse, and sat bolt upright in terror. A
light ! Was there another searcher in the forest,
and a bolder than he ? That flame just glimmer-
ing over the tree-tops, was it a camp-fire of friend
or foe ? Had Tamanoiis been revealing to an-
other the great secret ? No, smiled the miser,
his eyes fairly open, and discovering that the
new light was the moon. He had been waiting
for her illumination on paths heretofore untrod-
den by mortal. She did not show her full,
round, jolly face, but turned it askance as if she
hardly liked to be imphcated in this night's trans-
actions.
" However, it was light he wanted, not sympa-
thy, and he started up at once to climb over the
dim snows. The surface was packed by the
night's frost, and his moccasins gave him firm
hold ; yet he travelled but slowly, and could not
always save himself from a glissade backwards,
and a bruise upon some projecting knob or crag.
Sometimes, upright fronts of ice diverted him for
long circuits, or a broken wall of cold cliff arose,
which he must surmount painfully. Once or
twice he stuck fast in a crevice, and hardly drew
himself out by placing his bundle of picks across
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•
the crack. As he plodded and floundered thus
deviously and toilsomely upward, at last the
wasted moon gan pale overhead, and under foot
the snow grew rosy with coming dawn. The
dim world about the mountain's base displayed
something of its vast detail. He could see, more
positively than by moonlight, the far-reaching ar-
teries of mist marking the organism of Whulge
beneath ; and what had been but a black chaos
now resolved itself into the Alpine forest whence
he had come.
" But he troubled himself little with staring
about ; up he looked, for the summit was at
hand. To win that summit was wellnigh the
attainment of his hopes, if Tamanoiis were true ;
and that, with the flush of morning ardor upon
him, he could not doubt. There, in a spot Tama-
noiis had revealed to him, was hiaqua, — hiaqua
that should make him the richest and greatest of
all the Squallyamish.
" The chill before sunrise was upon him as
he reached the last curve of the dome. Sunrise
and he struck the summit together. Together
sunrise and he looked over the glacis. They saw
within a great hollow all covered with the whitest
of snow, save at the centre, where a black lake
lay deep in a well of purple rock.
" At the eastern end of this lake was a small,
irregular plain of snow, marked by three stones
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like monuments. Toward these the miser sprang
rapidly, with full sunshine streaming after him
over the snows.
" The first monument he examined with keen
looks. It was tall as a giant man, and its top
was fashioned into the grotesque likeness of a
salmon's head. He turned from this to inspect
the second. It was of similar height, but bore
at its apex an object in shape like the regular
flame of a torch. As he approached, he pres-
ently discovered that this was an image of the
kamas-bulb in stone. These two semblances of
prime necessities of Indian life delayed him but
an instant, and he hastened on to the third mon-
ument, which stood apart on a perfect level.
The third stone was capped by something he
almost feared to behold, lest it should prove
other than his hopes. Every word of Tamanoiis
had thus far proved veritable ; but might there
not be a bitter deceit at the last ? The miser
trembled.
" Yes, Tamanoiis was trustworthy. The third
monument was as the old man anticipated. It
was a stone elk's-head, such as it appears in ear-
liest summer, when the antlers are sprouting lus-
tily under their rough jacket of velvet.
" You remember, Boston tyee," continued
Hamitchou, " that Elk was the old man's tama-
noiis, the incarnation for him of the universal
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Tamaiioiis. He therefore was right joyous at
this good omen of protection ; and his heart
grew big and swollen with hope, as the black
salmon-berry swells in a swamp in June. He
threw down his ' ikta ' ; every impediment he
laid down upon the snow ; and, unwrapping his
two picks of elk-horn, he took the stoutest, and
began to dig in the frozen snow at the foot of the
elk-head monument.
" No sooner had he struck the first blow than
he heard behind him a sudden puff, such as a
seal makes when it comes to the surface to
breathe. Turning round much startled, he saw
a huge otter just clambering up over the edge
of the lake. The otter paused, and struck on
the snow with his tail, whereupon another otter
and another appeared, until, following their lead-
er in slow and solemn file, were twelve other
otters, marching toward the miser. The twelve
approached, and drew up in a circle around him.
Each was twice as large as any otter ever seen.
Their chief was four times as large as the most
gigantic otter ever seen in the regions of Whulge,
and certainly was as great as a seal. When the
twelve were arranged, their leader skipped to the
top of the elk-head stone, and sat there between
the horns. Then the whole thirteen gave a
mighty puff in chorus.
" The hunter of hiaqua was for a moment
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abashed at his uninvited ring of spectators. But
he had seen otter before, and bagged them.
These he could not waste time to shoot, even
if a phalanx so numerous were not formidable.
Besides, they might be tamanoiis. He took to
his pick, and began digging stoutly.
" He soon made way in the snow, and came to
solid rock beneath. At every thirteenth stroke
of his pick, the fugleman otter tapped with his
tail on the monument. Then the choir of lesser
otters tapped together with theirs on the snow.
This caudal action produced a dull, muffled
sound, as if there were a vast hollow below.
" Digging with all his force, by and by the
seeker for treasure began to tire, and laid down
his elk-horn spade to wipe the sweat from his
brow. Straightway the fugleman otter turned,
and, swinging his tail, gave the weary man a
mighty thump on the shoulder ; and the whole
baud, imitating, turned, and, backing inward,
smote him with centripetal tails, until he re-
sumed his labors, much bruised.
" The rock Iky first in plates, then in scales.
These it was easy to remove. Presently, how-
ever, as the miser pried carelessly at a larger
mass, he broke his elkhorn tool. Fugleman
otter leaped down, and, seizing the supplemental
pick between his teeth, mouthed it over to the
digger. Then the amphibious monster took in
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the same manner the broken pick, and bore it
round the circle of his suite, who inspected it
gravely with puffs.
" These strange, magical proceedings discon-
certed and somewhat baffled the miser ; but he
plucked up heart, for the prize was priceless, and
worked on more cautiously with his second pick.
At last its blows and the regular thumps of the
otters' tails called forth a sound hollower and
hollower. His circle of spectators narrowed so
that he could feel their panting breath as they
bent curiously over the little pit he had dug.
" The crisis was evidently at hand.
" He lifted each scale of rock more delicately.
Finally he raised a scale so thin that it cracked
into flakes as he turned it over. Beneath was a
large square cavity.
" It was filled to the brim with hiaqua.
" He was a millionnaire.
" The otters recognized him as the favorite of
Tamanoiis, and retired to a respectful distance.
" For some moments he gazed on his treasure,
taking thought of his future proud grandeur
among the dwellers by Whulge. He plunged
his arm deep as he could go ; there was still
nothing but the precious shells. He smiled to
himself in triumph ; he had wrung the secret
from Tamanoiis. Then, as he withdrew his arm,
the rattle of the hiaqua recalled him to the pres-
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ent. He saw that noon was long past, and he
must proceed to reduce his property to possession.
" The hiaqua was strung upon long, stout sin-
ews of elk, in bunches of fifty shells on each side.
Four of these he wound about his waist ; three
he hung across each shoulder; five he took in
each hand ; — twenty strings of pure white hia-
qua, every shell large, smooth, unbroken, beau-
tiful. He could carry no more ; hardly even
with this could he stagger along. He put down
his burden for a moment, while he covered up
the seemingly untouched wealth of the deposit
carefully with the scale stones, and brushed snow
over the whole.
" The miser never dreamed of gratitude, never
thought to hang a string from the buried treasure
about the salmon and kamas tamanoiis stones,
and two strings around the elk's head ; no, all
must be his own, all he could carry now, and the
rest for the future.
" He turned, and began his climb toward the
crater's edge. At once the otters, with a mighty
puff in concert, took up their line of procession,
and, plunging into the black lake, began to beat
the water with their tails.
" The miser could hear the sound of splashing
water as he struggled upward through the snow,
now melted and yielding. It was a long hour
of harsh toil and much backsliding before he
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reached the rim, and turned to take one more
view of this valley of good fortune.
" As he looked, a thick mist began to rise from
the lake centre, where the otters were splashing.
Under the mist grew a cylinder of black cloud,
utterly hiding the water.
" Terrible are storms in the mountains ; but
in this looming mass was a terror more dread
than any hurricane of ruin ever bore within its
wild vortexes. Tamanoiis was in that black
cylinder, and as it strode forward, chasing in the
very path of the miser, he shuddered, for his
wealth and his life were in danger.
" However, it might be but a common storm.
Sunlight was bright as ever overhead in heaven,
and all the lovely world below lay dreamily
fair, in that afternoon of summer, at the feet
of the rich man, who now was hastening to be
its king. He stepped from the crater edge and
began his descent.
" Instantly the storm overtook him. He was
thrown down by its first assault, flung over a
rough bank of iciness, and lay at the foot torn
and bleeding, but clinging still to his precious
burden. Each hand still held its five strings of
hiaqua. In each hand he bore a nation's ran-
som. He staggered to his feet against the blast.
Utter night was around him, — night as if day-
light bad forever perished, had never come into
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being from chaos. The roaring of the storm had
also deafened and bewildered him with its wild
uproar.
" Present in every crash and thunder of the
gale was a growing undertone, which the miser
well knew to be the voice of Tamanoiis. A
deadly shuddering shook him. Heretofore that
potent Unseen had been his friend and guide ;
there had been awe, but no terror, in his words.
Now the voice of Tamanoiis was inarticulate, but
the miser could divine in that sound an unspeak-
able threat of wrath and vengeance. Floating
upon this undertone were sharper tamanoiis
voices, shouting and screaming always sneer-
ingly, ' Ha ha, hiaqua ! — ha, ha, ha ! '
" Whenever the miser essayed to move and
continue his descent, a whirlwind caught him,
and with much ado tossed him hither and thither,
leaving him at last flung and imprisoned in a
pinching crevice, or buried to the eyes in a snow-
drift, or bedded upside down on a shaggy boul-
der, or gnawed by lacerating lava jaws. Sharp
torture the old man was encountering, but he
held fast to his hiaqua.
"The blackness grew ever deeper and more
crowded with perdition ; the din more impish,
demoniac, and devilish ; the laughter more ap-
palling ; and the miser more and more exhausted
with vain buffeting. He determined to propi-
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tiate exasperated Tamanoiis with a sacrifice. He
threw into the black cylinder storm his left-hand-
ful, five strings of precious hiaqua."
" Somewhat long-winded is thy legend, Hamit-
chou, Great Medicine-Man of the Squally amish,"
quoth I. " Why did n't the old fool drop his
wampum, — shell out, as one might say, — and
make tracks ? "
" Well, well ! " continued Hamitchou ; " when
the miser had thrown away his first handful of
hiaqua, there was a momentary lull in elemental
war, and he heard the otters puffing aroimd him
invisible. Then the storm renewed, blacker,
louder, harsher, crueller than before, and over
the dread undertone of the voice of Tamanoiis,
tamanoiis voices again screamed, ' Ha, ha, ha,
hiaqua ! ' and it seemed as if tamanoiis hands,
or the paws of the demon otters, clutched at the
miser's right-handful and tore at his shoulder
and waist belts.
" So, while darkness and tempest still buffeted
the hapless old man, and thrust him away from
his path, and while the roaring was wickeder
than the roars of tens and tens of tens of bears
when ahungered they pounce upon a plain of
kamas, gradually wounded and terrified, he
flung away string after string of hiaqua, gaining
never any notice of such sacrifice, except an
instant's lull of the cyclon and a puff from the
invisible otters.
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" The last string he clung to long, and before
he threw it to be caught and whirled after its
fellows, he tore off a single bunch of fifty shells.
But upon this, too, the storm laid its .clutches.
In the final desperate struggle the old man was
wounded so sternly that, when he had given up
his last relic of the mighty treasure, when he
had thrown into the formless chaos, instinct with
Tamanoiis, his last propitiatory offering, he sank
and became insensible.
" It seemed a long slumber to him, but at last
he awoke. The jagged moon was just paling
overhead, and he heard Skai-ki, the Blue-Jay,
foe to magic, singing welcome to sunrise. It
was the very spot whence he started at morning.
" He was hungry, and felt for his bag of kamas
and pouch of smoke-leaves. There, indeed, by his
side were the elk-sinew strings of the bag, and
the black stone pipe-bowl, — but no bag, no ka-
mas, no kinni-kinnik. The whole spot was thick
with kamas plants, strangely out of place on the
mountain-side, and overhead grew a large arbu-
tus-tree, with glistening leaves, ripe for smoking.
The old man found his hard-wood fire-sticks safe
under the herbage, and soon twirled a light, and,
nurturing it in dry grass, kindled a cheery fire.
He plucked up kamas, set it to roast, and laid a
store of the arbutus-leaves to dry on a flat stone.
" After he had made a hearty breakfast on
150 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
the chestimt-like kamas-bulbs, and, smoking the
thoughtful pipe, was reflecting on the events of
yesterday, he became aware of an odd change in
his condition. He was not bruised and wounded
from head to foot, as he expected, but very stiff
only, and as he stirred, his joints creaked like the
creak of a lazy paddle upon the rim of a canoe.
Skai-ki, the Blue-Jay, was singularly familiar
with him, hopping from her perch in the arbutus,
and alighting on his head. As he put his hand
to dislodge her, he touched his scratcliing-stick
of bone, and attempted to pass it, as usual,
through his hair. The hair was matted and
interlaced into a network reaching fully two ells
down his back. ' Tamanoiis,' thought the old
man.
" Chiefly he was conscious of a mental change.
He was calm and content. Hiaqua and wealth
seemed to have lost their charms for him. Ta-
coma, shining like gold and silver and precious
stones of gayest lustre, seemed a benign comrade
and friend. All the outer world was cheerful
and satisfying. He thought he had never awak-
ened to a fresher morning. He was a young
man again, except fot that unusual stiffiiess and
unmelodious creaking in his joints. He felt no
apprehension of any presence of a deputy tama-
noiis, sent by Tamanoiis to do malignities upon
him in the lonely wood. Great Nature had a
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kindly aspect, and made its divinity perceived
only by the sweet notes of birds and the hum of
forest life, and by a joy that clothed his being.
And now he found in his heart a sympathy for
man, and a longing to meet his old acquaintances
down by the shores of Whulge.
" He rose, and started on the downward way,
smiUng, and sometimes laughing heartily at the
strange croaking, moaning, cracking, and rasping
of his joints. But soon motion set the lubricat-
ing valves at work, and the sockets grew slippery
again. He marched rapidly, hastening out of
loneliness into society. The world of wood,
glade, and stream seemed to him strangely al-
tered. Old colossal trees, fii's behind which he
had hidden when on the hunt, cedars under
whose drooping shade he had lurked, were down,
and lay athwart his path, transformed into im-
mense mossy mounds, like barrows of giants,
over which he must clamber warily, lest he sink
and be half stifled in the dust of rotten wood.
Had Tamanoiis been widely at work in that
eventful night ? — or had the spiritual change
the old man felt affected his views of the outer
world ?
" Travelling downward, he advanced rapidly,
and just before sunset came to the prairies where
his lodge should be. Everything had seemed to
him so totally altered, that he tarried a moment
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in the edge of the woods to take an observation
before approaching his home. There was a
lodge, indeed, in the old spot, but a newer and
far handsomer one than he had left on the fourth
evening before.
" A very decrepit old squaw, ablaze with ver-
milion and decked with countless strings of hia-
qua and costly beads, was seated on the ground
near the door, tending a kettle of salmon, whose
blue and fragrant steam mingled pleasantly
with the golden haze of sunset. She resembled
his own squaw in countenance, as an ancient
smoked salmon is like a newly-dried salmon.
If she was indeed his spouse, she was many years
older than when he saw her last, and much
better dressed than the respectable lady had ever
been during his miserly days.
" He drew near quietly. The bedizened dame
was crooning a chant, very dolorous, — like
this:
' My old man has gone, gone, gone, —
My old man to Tacoma has gone.
To hunt the elk, he went long ago.
When will he come down, down, down,
Down to the salmon-pot and me? '
'He has come from Tacoma down, down, down, —
Down to the salraon-pot and thee,'
shouted the reformed miser, rushing forward
to supper and his faithful wife."
" And how did Penelope explain the mystery ?"
I asked.
TACOMA. 153
" If you mean the old lady," replied Hamit-
chou, " she was my grandmother, and I 'd thank
you not to call names. She told my grandfather
that he had been gone many years ; — she could
not tell how many, having dropped her tally-stick
in the fire by accident that very day. She also
told him how, in despite of the entreaties of
many a chief who knew her economic virtues,
and prayed her to become mistress of his house-
hold, she had remained constant to the Absent,
and forever kept the hopeful salmon-pot boiling
for his return. She had distracted her mind
from the bitterness of sorrow by trading in ka-
mas and magic herbs, and had thus acquired a
genteel competence. The excellent dame then
exhibited with great complacency her gains,
most of which she had put in the portable and
secure form of personal ornament, making her-
self a resplendent magazine of valuable frippery.
" Little cared the repentant sage for such
things. But he was rejoiced to be again at home
and at peace, and near his own early gains of
hiaqua and treasure, buried in a place of se-
curity. These, however, he no longer over-
esteemed and hoarded. He imparted whatever
he possessed, material treasures or stores of wis-
dom and experience, freely to all the land.
Every dweller by "Whulge came to him for advice
how to chase the elk, how to troll or spear the
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164 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
salmon, and how to propitiate Tamanoiis. He
became the Great Medicine Man of the siwashes,
a benefactor to his tribe and his race.
" Within a year after he came down from his
long nap on the side of Tacoma, a child, my
father, was born to him. The sage lived many
years, beloved and revered, and on his death-
bed, long before the Boston tilicum or any blan-
keteers were seen in the regions of Whulge, he
told this history to my father, as a lesson and a
warning. My father, dying, told it to me. But
I, alas ! have no son ; I grow old, and lest this
wisdom perish from the earth, and Tamanoiis be
again obliged to interpose against avarice, I tell
the tale to thee, 0 Boston tyee. Mayest thou
and thy nation not disdain this lesson of an
earlier age, but profit by it and be wise."
So far Hamitchou recounted his legend with-
out the palisades of Fort Nisqually, and motion-
ing, in expressive pantomime, at the close, that
he was dry with big talk, and would gladly wet
his whistle.
VIII.
SOWEE HOUSE. — LOOLOWCAN.
I HAD not long, that noon of August, from the
top of La Tete, to study Tacoma, scene of Ha-
mitchou's wild legend. Humanity forbade dalli-
ance. While I fed my soul with sublimity, Klale
and his comrades were wretched with starvation.
But the summit of the pass is near. A few
struggles more, Klale the plucky, and thy empty
sides shall echo less drum-like. Up stoutly, my
steeds ; up a steep but little less than perpen-
dicular, paw over these last trunks of the barri-
cades in our trail, and ye have won !
So it was. The angle of our ascent suddenly
broke down from ninety to fifteen, then to noth-
ing. We had reached the plateau. Here were
the first prairies. Nibble in these, my nags, for
a few refreshing moments, and then on to super-
lative dinners in lovelier spots just beyond.
Let no one, exaggerating the joys of campaign-
ing, with Horace's " Militia potior est," deem
that there is no compensating pang among them.
Is it a pleasant thing, 0 traveller only in dreams,
156 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
envier of the voyager in reality, to urge tired,
reluctant, and unfed mustangs up a mountain
pass, even for their own good ? In such a case
a man, the humanest and gentlest, must adopt
the manners of a brute. He must ply the whip,
and that cruelly ; otherwise, no go. At first, as
he smites, he winces, for he has struck his own
sensibilities ; by and by he hardens himself, and
thrashes without a tremor. When the cortege
arrives at an edible prairie, gastronomic satisfac-
tion will put Lethean freshness in the battered
hide of every horse.
We presently turned just aside from the trail
into an episode of beautiful prairie, one of a
succession along the plateau at the crest of the
range. At this height of about five thousand
feet, the snows remain until June. In this fair,
oval, forest-circled prairie of my nooning, the
grass was long and succulent, as if it grew in
the bed of a drained lake. The horses, un-
dressed, were allowed to plunge and wallow in.
the deep herbage. Only horse heads soon could
be seen, moving about Uke their brother hippo-
potami, swimming in sedges.
To me it was luxury enough not to be a
whip for a time. Over and above this, I had the
charm of a quiet nooning on a bank of emerald
turf, by a spring, at the edge of a clump of
evergreens. I took my luncheon of cold salt pork
SOWEE HOUSE. — LOOLOWCAN. 157
and doughy biscuit by a well of brightest water.
I called in no proxy of tin cup to aid me in
saluting this sparkling creature, but stooped and
kissed the spring. When I had rendered my
first homage thus to the goddess of the fountain,
JEgle herself, perhaps, fairest of Naiads, I drank
thirstily of the medium in which she- dwelt. A
bubbling dash of water leaped up and splashed
my visage as I withdrew. Why so, sweet foun-
tain, which I may name Hippocrene, since hoofs
of Klale have caused me thy discovery ? Is this
a rebufi"? If there ever was lover who little mer-
ited such treatment it is I. " Not so, appreciative
stranger," came up in other bubbling gushes the
responsive voice of Nature through sweet vibra-
tions of the melodious fount. "Never a Nymph
of mine will thrust thee back. This sudden leap
of water was a movement of sympathy, and a gen-
tle emotion of hospitality. The Naiad there was
offering thee her treasure liberally, and saying
that, drink as thou wilt, I, her mother Nature,
have commanded my winds and sun to distil
thee fresh supplies, and my craggy crevices are
filtering it in the store-houses, that it may be
offered to every welcome guest, pure and cool as
airs of dawn. Stoop down," continued the voice,
" thirsty wayfarer, and kiss again my daughter
^ of the fountain, nor be abashed if she meets thee
half-way. She knows that a true lover will never
scorn his love's delicate advances."
158 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
In response to such invitation, and the more
for my thirsty slices of pork, I lapped the aerated
tipple in its goblet, whose stem reaches deep into
the bubble laboratories. I lapped, — an excel-
lent test of pluck in the days of Gideon son of
Barak ; — and why ? For many reasons, but
among them for this ; — he who lying prone can
with stout muscular gullet swallow water, will be
also able to swallow back into position his heart,
when in moments of tremor it leaps into his
throat.
When I had lapped plenteously, I lay and let
the breeze-shaken shadows smooth me into smil-
ing mood, while my sympathies overflowed to en-
joy with my horses their dinner. They fed like
school-boys home for Thanksgiving, in haste lest
the present banquet, too good to be true, prove
Barmecide. A feast of colossal grasses placed
itself at the lips of the breakfastless stud. They
champed as their nature was; — Klale like a
hungry gentleman, — Gubbins like a hungry
clodhopper, — Antipodes like a lubberly oaf.
They were laying in, according to the Hudson's
Bay Company's rule, supply at this meal for five
days ; without such power, neither man nor horse
is fit to tramp the Northwest.
I lay on the beautiful verdant bank, plucking
now dextrously and now sinistrously of straw-
berries, that summer, climbing late to these
SOWEE HOUSE. — LOOLOWCAN. 159
snowy heights, had just ripened. .Medical men
command us to swallow twice a day one bitter
pill confectioned of all disgust. Nature doses us,
by no means against our will, with many sweet
boluses of delight, berries compacted of 'acid-
ulated, sugary spiciness. Nature, tenderest of
leeches, — no bolus of hers is pleasanter medica-
ment than her ruddy strawberries. She shaped
them like Minid-balls, that they might traverse
unerringly to the cell of most dulcet digestion.
Over their glistening surface she peppered little
golden dots to act as obstacles lest they should
glide too fleetly over the surfaces of taste, and
also to gently rasp them into keener sensitiveness.
Mongers of pestled poisons may punch their pills
in malodorous mortars, roll them in floury palms,
pack them in pink boxes, and send them forth
to distress a world of patients: — but Nature,
who if she even feels one's pulse does it by a
gentle pressure of atmosphere, — Nature, know-
ing that her children in their travels always need
lively tonics, tells wind, sun, and dew, servitors
of hers, clean and fine of touch, to manipulate
gay strawberries, and dispose them attractively
on fair green terraces,, shaded at parching noon.
Of these lovely fabrics of pithy pulpiness, no
limit to the dose, if the invalid does as Nature
intended, and plucks for himself, with fingers
rosy and fragrant. I plucked of them, as far as I
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could reach on either side of me, and then lay
drowsily reposing on my couch at the summit of
the Cascade Pass, under the shade of a fir, which,
outstanding from the forest, had changed its
columnar structure into a pyramidal, and had
branches all along its stalwart trunk, instead of
a mere tuft at the top.
In this shade I should have known the tree
which gave it, without looking up, — not because
the sharp little spicular leaves of the fir, min-
iatures of that sword Rome used to open the
world, its oyster, would drop and plunge them-
selves into my eyes, or would insert their blades
down my back and scarify, — but because there
is an influence and sentiment in umbrages, and
under every tree its own atmosphere. Elms
refine and have a graceful elegiac eflFect upon
those they shelter. Oaks drop robustness. Mi-
mosas will presently make a sensitive-plant of
him who hangs his hammock beneath their
shade. Cocoa-palms will infect him with such
tropical indolence, that he will not stir until
frowzy monkeys climb the tree and pelt him
away to the next one. The shade of pine-trees,
as any one can prove by a journey in Maine,
makes those who undergo it wiry, keen, trench-
ant, inexhaustible, and tough.
When I had felt the influence of my fir shelter,
on the edge of the wayside prairie, long enough,
SOWEE HOUSE. — LOOLOWCAN- 161
I became of course keen as a blade. I sprang
up and called to Loolowcan, in a resinous voice,
" Mamook chaco cuitan ; make come horse."
Loolowcan, in more genial mood than I had
known him, drove the trio out from the long
grass. They came forth not without backward
hankerings, but far happier quadrupeds than
when they climbed the pass at noon. It was a
pleasure now to compress with the knees Klale,
transformed from an empty barrel with protu-
berant hoops, into a full and elastic cylinder,
smooth as the boiler of a locomotive.
" Loolowcan, my lad, my experienced guide,
cur nesika moosum ; where sleep we ? " said I.
" Copa Sowee house, — kicuali. Sowee, oly-
man tyee, — memloose. Sia-a-a-h mitlite; — At
Sowee's camp — below. Sowee, oldman chief, —
dead. It is far, far away," replied the son of
Owhhigh.
Far is near, distance is annihilated this bril-
liant day of summer, for us recreated with
Hippocrene, strawberries, shade of fir and tall
snow-fed grass. Down the mountain range-
seems nothing after our long laborious up ; " the
half is more than the whole." "Lead on,
Loolowcan, intelligent brave, toward the resi-
dence of the late Sowee."
More fair prairies linked themselves along the
trail. From these alpine pastures the future will
162 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
draw butter and cheese, pasturing migratory
cattle there, when summer dries the scanty grass
upon the macadamized prairies of Whulge. It is
well to remind ourselves sometimes that the
world is not wholly squatted over. The pla-
teau soon began to ebb toward the downward
slope. Descent was like ascent, a way shaggy
and abrupt. Again the Boston hooihut in-
truded. My friends the woodsmen had con-
structed an elaborate inclined plane of very
knobby corduroy down the steepest steep. Klale
sniffed at this novel road, and turned up his nose
at it. He was competent to protect that fea-
ture against all the perils of stumble and fall
on trails he had been educated to travel, but
dreaded grinding it on the rough bark of this
unaccustomed highway. Slow-footed oxen, lean-
ing inward and sustaining each other, like two
roysterers unsteady after wassail, might clumsily^
toil up such a road as this, hauling up stout,
white-cotton-roofed wagons, filled with the babies
and Lares of emigrants ; but quick-footed ponies,
descending and carrying light loads of a wild
Indian and an untamed blauketeer, chose rather
to whisk along the aboriginal paths.
As we came to the irregular terraces after the
first pitch, and scampered on gayly, I by and by
heard a welcome whiz, and a dusky grouse
{Tetrao obscurus) lifted himself out of the trail
SOWEE HOUSE. — LOOLOWCAN. 163
into the lower branches of a giant fir. I had
lugged my double-barrel thus far, a futile bur-
den, unless when it served a minatory purpose
among the drunken Klalams. Now it became
an animated machine, and uttered a sharp ex-
clamation of relief after long patient silence.
Down came tetrao, — down he came with satisfac-
tory thud, signifying pounds of something not
pork for supper. We bagged him joyously and
dashed on.
" Kopet," whispered Loolowcan turning, with a
hushing gesture, " hin kullakullie nika nanitch ;
— halt, plenty birds I see." He was so eager
that from under his low brows and unkempt
hair his dusky eyes glared like the eyes of wild
beast, studying his prey from a shadowy lair.
Dismounting, I stole forward with assassin
intent, and birds, grouse, five noble ones I saw,
engaged in fattening their bodies for human sol-
ace and support. I sent a shot among them.
There was a flutter among the choir, — one flut-
tered not. At the sound of my right barrel one
bird fell without rising ; another rose and fell
at a hint from the sinister tube. The surviving
trio were distracted by mortal terror. They flew
no farther than a dwarf tree hard by. I drew
my revolver, thinking that there might not be
time to load, and fired in a hurry at the lower-
most.
164 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
" Hjas tamanoiis ! " whispered Loolowcan,
when no bird fell or flew, — " big magic," it
seemed to the superstitious youth. Often when
sportsmen miss, they claim that their gun is
bewitched, and avail themselves of the sure silver
bullet.
A second ball, passing with keener aim through
the barrel, attained its mark. Grouse third
shook off his mortal remains, and sped to heav-
en. The two others, contrary to rule, for I
had shot the lower, fled, cowardly carrying their
heavy bodies to die of cold, starvation, or old
age. " The good die first," — ay, Wordsworth !
among birds this is verity ; for the good are the
fat, who, because of their avoirdupois, lag in
flight, or alight upon lower branches and are
easiest shot.
Loolowcan bagged my three trophies and
added them to the first. Henceforth the thought
of a grouse supper became a fixed idea with me.
I dwelt upon it with even a morbid appetite. I
rehearsed, in prophetic mood, the scene of pluck-
ing, the scene of roasting, that happy festal
scene of eating. So immersed did I become in
gastronomic revery, that I did not mind my
lookout, as I dashed after Loolowcan, fearless and
agile cavalier. A thrust awoke me to a sense
of passing objects, a very fierce, lance-like thrust,
full at my life. A wrecking snag of harsh dead
SOWEE HOUSE. — LOOLOWCAN. 165
wood, that projected up in the trail, struck me,
and tore me half off my horse, leaving me
jerked, scratched, disjointed, and shuddering.
Pachydermatous leggins of buckskin, at cost of
their own unity, had saved me from impalement.
Some such warning is always preparing for the
careless.
I soon had an opportunity to propitiate Neme-
sis by a humane action. A monstrous trunk lay
across the trail. Loolowcan, reckless steeple-
chaser, put his horse at it, full speed. Gubbins,
instead of going over neatly, or scrambling over
cat-like, reared rampant and shied back, volte
face. I rode forward to see what fresh interfer-
ence of Tamanoiis was here, — nothing tama-
noiis but an unexpected sorry object of a horse.
A wretched castaway, probably abandoned by the
exploring party, or astray from them, essaying
to leap the tree, had fallen back beneath the
trunk and branches, and lay there entangled
and perfectly helpless. We struggled to release
him. In vain. At last a thought struck me.
We seized the poor beast by his tail, fortunate-
ly a tenacious member, and, heaving vigorously,
towed him out of prison.
He tottered forlornly to his feet, looking about
him like one risen from the dead. " How now,
Caudal ? " said I, baptizing him by the name of
the part that saved his life ; " canst thou follow
166 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
toward fodder ? " He debated the question with
himself awhile. Solitary confinement of indefi-
nite length, in a cramped posture, had given the
poor skeleton time to consider that safety from
starvation is worth one effort more. He found
that there was still a modicum of life and its
energy within his baggy hide. My horses seemed
to impart to him some of their electricity, and
he staggered on droopingly. Lucky Caudal, if
life is worth having, that on that day, of all days,
I should have arrived to rescue him. Strange
deliverances for body and soul come to the dying.
Fate sends unlooked-for succor, when or horses
or men despair.
Luckily for Caudal, the weak-kneed and utter-
ly dejected, Sowee's prairie was near, — near was
the prairie of Sowee, mighty hunter of deer and
elk, terror of bears. There at weird night So-
wee's ghost was often seen to stalk. Dyspeptics
from feather-beds behold giiosts, and are terrified,
but nightwalkers are but bugbears to men who
have ridden from dawn to dusk of a long sum-
mer's day over an Indian trail in the moun-
tains. I felt no fear that any incubus in the
shape of a brassy-hued Indian chief would sit
upon my breast that night, and murder whole-
some sleep.
Nightfall was tumbling down from the zenith
before we reached camp. The sweet glimmers
SOWEE HOUSE. — LOOLOWCAN. 167
of twilight were ousted from the forest, sternly
as mercy is thrust from a darkening heart.
Night is really only beautiful so far as it is not
night, — that is, for its stars, which are sources
of resolute daylight in other spheres, and for its
moon, which is daylight's memory, realized, soft-
ened, and refined.
Night, however, had not drawn the pall of
brief death over the world so thick but that 1
could see enough to respect the taste of the late ,
Sowee. When he voted himself this farm, and
became seized of it in the days of unwritten agra-
rian laws, and before patents were in vogue, he
proved his intelligent right to suffrage and seiz-
ure. Here in admirable quality were the three
first requisites of a home in the wilderness,
water, wood, and grass. A musical rustle, as we
galloped through, proved the long grass. All
around was the unshorn forest. There were
columnar firs making the Sowee house a hypae-
thral temple on a grand scale.
There had been here a lodge. A few saplings
of its framework still stood, but Sowee had
moved elsewhere not long ago. Wake siah
memloose, — not long dead was the builder, and
viator might camp here unquestioned.
Caudal had followed us in inane, irresponsible
way. Patient now he stood, apparently waiting
for farther commands from his preservers. We
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unpacked and unsaddled the other animals.
They knew their business, namely, to bolt in-
stantly for their pasture. Then a busy uproar
of nipping and crunching was heard. Poor
Caudal could not take the hint. We were
obliged to drive that bony estray with blows out
to the supper-field, where he stood aghast at the
appetites of his new comrades. Repose and good
example, however, soon had their efiect, and
eight equine jaws instead of six made play in the
herbage.
" Alki mika mamook pire, pe nesika klatawah
copa klap tsuk ; now light thou a fire, and we will
go to find water," said Loolowcan. I struck fire,
— fire smote tinder, — tinder sent the flame on,
until a pyre from the world's free wood-pile was
kindled. This boon of fire, — what wonder that
men devised a Prometheus greatest of demigods
as its discoverer ? Mortals, shrinking from the
responsibility of a high destiny and dreading to
know how divine the Divine would have them,
always imeigine an avatar of some one not lower
than a half-god when a gift of great price comes
to the world. And fire is a very priceless and
beautiful boon, — not, as most know it, in impris-
onment, barred with iron, or in sooty chimneys,
or in mad revolt of conflagration, — but as it
grows in a flashing pyramid out in camp in the
free woods, with eager air hurrying in on every
so WEE HOUSE. — LOOLOWCAN. 169
side to feed its glory. In the gloom I strike
metal of steel against metallic flint. From this
union a child is born. I receive the young spark
tenderly in warm " tipsoo," in a soft woolly nest
of bark or grass tinder. Swaddled in this he
thrives. He smiles ; he chuckles ; he laughs ;
he dances about, does my agile nursling. He
will soon wear out his first infantile garb, so
I cover him up in shelter. I feed him with
digestible viands, according to his years. I
give him presently stouter fare, and offer ex-
hilarating morsels of fatness. All these the
hearty youth assimilates, and grows healthily.
And now I educate him to manliness, training
him on great joints, shoulders, and marrowy por-
tions. He becomes erelong a power and a friend
able to requite me generously for my care. He
aids me in preparing my feast, and we feast to-
gether. Afterward we talk, — Flame and I, — we
think together strong and passionate thoughts of
purpose and achievement. These emotions of
manhood die away, and we share pensive memo-
ries of happiness missed, or disdained, or feebly
grasped and torn away ; regrets cover these like
embers, and slowly over dead fieriness comes a
robe of ashy gray.
Fire in the forest is light, heat, and cheer.
When ours was nurtured to the self-sustaining
point, we searched to find where the sage Sowee
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kept his potables. Carefully covered up in
sedges was a slender supply of water, worth con-
cealhig from vulgar dabblers. Its diamond drops
were hidden away so thoroughly that we must
mine for them by torchlight. I held a flaring
torch, while Loolowcan lay in wait for the tric-
kle, and captured it in a tin pot. How wild
he looked, that youth so frowzy by daylight, as,
stooping under the tall sedges, he clutched those
priceless sparkles. ,
Upon the carte dujour at Restaurant Sowee
was written Grouse. " How shall we have
them ? " said I, cook and convive, to Loolowcan,
marmiton and convive. " One of these cocks
of the mountain shall be fried, since gridiron is
not," responded I to myself, after meditation.
" Two shall be spitted, and roasted ; and, as Az-
rael may not want us before breakfast to-morrow,
the fourth shall go upon the carte de dejeuner ^
" 0 Pork ! what a creature thou art ! " con-
tinued I, in monologue, cutting neat slices of
that viand with my bowie-knife, and laying them
fraternally, three in a bed, in the frying-pan.
" Blessed be Moses ! who forbade thee to the
Jews, whereby we, of freer dispensations, heirs
of all the ages, inherit also pigs more numerous
and bacon cheaper. 0 Pork ! what could cam-
paigners do without thy fatness, thy leanness,
thy saltness, thy portableness ? "
SOWEE HOUSE. — LOOLOWCAN. 171
Here Loolowcan presented me the three birds
phicked featherless as Plato's man. The two
roasters we planted carefully on spits before a
sultry spot of the fire. From a horizontal stick,
supported on forked stakes, we suspended by a
twig over each roaster an automatic baster, an
inverted cone of pork, ordained to yield its spicy
juices to the wooing flame, and drip bedewing
on each bosom beneath. The roasters ripened
deliberately, while keen and quick fire told upon
the fryer, the first course of our feast. Mean-
while I brewed a pot of tea, blessing Confucius
for that restorative weed, as I had blessed Moses
for his abstinence from porkers.
Need I say that the grouse were admirable,
that everything was delicious, and the Confucian
weed first chop ? Even a scouse of mouldy
biscuit met the approval of Loolowcan. Feasts
cooked under the greenwood tree, and eaten by
their cooks after a triumphant day of progress,
are sweeter than the conventional banquets of
languid Christendom. After we had paid our
duty to the brisk fryer and the rotund roaster
grouse, nothing remained but bones to propitiate
Sowee, should he find short commons in Ely-
sium, and wander back to his lodge, seekmg what
he might devour.
All along the journey I had been quietly
probing the nature of Loolowcan, my most inti-
172 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
mate associate thus far among the unalloyed
copper-skins. Chinook jargon was indeed but
a blunt probe, yet perhaps delicate enough to
follow up such rough bits of conglomerate as
served him for ideas. An inductive philosopher,
tracing the laws of developing human thought
in corpore viti of a frowzy savage, finds his work
simple, — the nuggets are on the surface. Those
tough pebbles known to some metaphysicians as
innate ideas, can be studied in Loolowcan in their
process of formation out of instincts.
Number One is the prize number in Loolow-
can's lottery of life. He thinks of that number ;
he dreams of it alone. When he lies down to
sleep, he plots what he will do in the morning
with his prize and his possession ; when he
wakes, he at once proceeds to execute his plots.
Loolowcan knows that there are powers out of
himself; rights out of himself he does not com-
prehend, or even conceive. I have thus far been
very indulgent to him, and treated him repub-
licanly, mindful of the heavy mesne profits for
the occupation of a continent, and the uncounted
arrears of blood-money .owed by my race to his ;
yet I find no trace of gratitude in my analysis
of his character. He seems to be composed,
selfishness, five hundred parts ; nil admirari cool-
ness, five hundred parts; — a well-balanced char-
acter, and perhaps one not likely to excite en-
SOWEE HOUSE. — LOOLOWCAN. 173
thusiasm in others. I am a steward to bim ; I
purvey him also a horse ; when we reach the
Dalles, I am to pay him for his services ; — but
he is bound to me by no tie of comrade-ry. He
has caution more highly developed than any
quadruped I have met, and will not offend me
lest I should resign my stewardship, retract
Gubbins, refuse payment, discharge my guide,
and fight through the woods, where he sees I
am no stranger, alone. He certainly merits a
" teapot " for his ability in guidance. He has
memory and observation unerring ; not once in
all our intricate journey have I found him at
fault in any fact of space or time. He knows
" each lane and every alley green " here, accu-
rately as Comus knew his " wild wood."
Moral conceptions exist only in a very limited
degree for this type of his race. Of God he
knows somewhat less than the theologians ; that
is, he is in the primary condition of uninquisitive
ignorance, not in the secondary, of inquisitive
muddle. He has the advantage of no elaborate
system of human inventions to unlearn. He
has no distinct fetichism. None of the North
American Indians have, in the accurate sense
of the term ; their nomad life and tough struggle
with instructive Nature in her roughness ' save
them from such elaborate fetichism as may exist
in more indolent climes and countries.
174 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
Loolowcan has his tamanoiis. It is Talipus,
the "Wolf, a " hyas skookoom tamanoiis, a very
mighty demon," he informs me. He does not
worship it ; that would interfere with his devo-
tions to his real deity. Number One. It, in
return, does him little service. If he met Ta-
lipus, object of his superstition, on a fair morn-
ing, he would think it a good omen ; if on a
sulky morning, he might be somewhat depressed,
but would not on that account turn back, as a
Roman brave would have done on meeting the
matinal wolf. In fact, he keeps Talipus, his
tamanoiis, as a kind of ideal hobby, very much
as a savage civilized man entertains a pet bull-
dog or a tame bear, a link between himself and
the rude, dangerous forces of nature. Loolow-
can has either chosen his protector according to
the law of likeness, or, choosing it by chance,
has become assimilated to its chai-acteristics. A
wolfish youth is the protege of Talipus, — an
unfaithful, sinister, cannibal-looking son of a
horse-thief. Wolfish likewise is his appetite ;
when he asks me for more dinner, and tliis
without stint or decorum he does, he glares as
if, grouse failing, pork and hard-tack gone, he
could call to Talipus to send in a pack of wolves
incarnate, and pounce with them upon me. A
pleasant companion this for lamb-like me to lie
down beside in the den of the late Sowee. Yet
SOWEE HOUSE. — LOOLOWCAN. 175
I do presently, after supper and a pipe, and a
little jargoning in Chinook with my Wolf, roll
into my blankets, and sleep vigorously, lulled by
the gratifying noise of my graminivorous horses
cramming themselves with material for leagues
of lope to-morrow.
No shade of Sowee came to my slumbers with
warnings against the wolf in guise of a Klickatat
brave. I had no ghostly incubus to shake off,
but sprang up recreate in body and soul. Life
is vivid when it thus awakes. To be is to do.
And to-day much is to be done. Long leagues
away, beyond a gorge of diifficulty, is the open
rolling hill country, and again far beyond are
the lodges of the people of Owhhigli. " To-day,"
said Loolowcan, " we must go copa nika iliheo,
to my home, to Weenas."
Forlorn Caudal is hardly yet a frisky quadru-
ped. Yet he is of better cheer, perhaps up to
the family-nag degree of vivacity. As to the
others, they have waxed fat, and kick. Klale,
the Humorous, kicks playfully, elongating his
legs in preparatory gymnastics. Gubbins, the
average horse, kicks calmly at his saddler,
merely as a protest. Antipodes, the spiteful
Blunderer, kicks in a revolutionary manner,
rolls under his pack-saddle, and will not budge
without maltreatment. Bl-educated Antipodes
views mankind only as excoriators of his back.
176 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
and general flagellants. Klickatats kept him
raw in flesh and temper ; under me his physical
condition improves; his character is not yet
affected.
Before sunrise we quitted the house of Sowee.
IX.
VIA MALA.
I WAS now to enter the world east of the Cas-
cades, emerging from the dense forest of the
mountain-side. Pacific winds sailing inland
leave most of their moisture on the western
slopes of the range. Few of the cloudy battal-
ions that sweep across the sea, and come, not
like an invading horde of ravagers, but like an
army of generous allies, — few of these pass
over the ramparts, and pour their wealth into
the landward valleys. The giant trees, fattened
in their cells by plenteous draughts of water,
are no longer found. The land is arid. Slopes
and levels of ancient volcanic rock are no longer
fertilized by the secular deposit of forests, show-
ering down year by year upon the earth liberal
interest for the capital it has lent.
Through this drier and airier region we now
hastened. An arrowy river, clear and cold, be-
came our companion. Where it might, the trail
followed the Nachchese valley, — a rough rift
often, and hardly meriting the gentle name of
8* L
178 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
valley. Precipices, stiff, uncrumbling preci-
pices, are to be found there, if any one is am-
bitious to batter his brains. Cleft front on the
right bank answers to cleft front on the left, —
fronts cloven when the earth's crust, cooling
hereabouts, snapped, and the monsters of the
period heard the rumble and roar of the earth-
quake, their crack of doom. Sombre basalt
walls in the fugitive river, great, gloomy, pur-
ple heights, sheer and desperate as suicide, rise
six hundred feet above the water. Above these
downright mural breaks rise vast dangerous
curves of mountain-side, thousands of feet on
high, just at such angle that slide or no slide
becomes a question. A traveller, not despond-
ing, but only cautious, hesitates to wake Echo,
lest that sweet nymph, stirring with the tremors
of awakening, should set air vibrating out of
its condition of quiet pressure, and the enor-
mous mountain, seizing this instant of relief,
should send down some cubic miles in an ava-
lanche to crush the traveller.
A very desolate valley, and a harsh defile at
best for a trail to pursue. At best the way
might wind among debris, or pass over hard
plates of sheeny, igneous rock, or plunge into
the chill river, or follow a belt of sand, or
struggle in swampy thickets, — this at best it
did. But when worst came, when the precipices
VIA MALA. 179
neared each other, narrowing the canon pathless,
and there were deep, still, sunless pools, brim-
ming up to the giant walls of the basin, then
the trail must desert the river, and climb many
hundreds of feet above. I must compel my
horses, with no warranty against a stumble or a
fall, along overhanging verges, where one slip,
or even one ungraceful change of foot, would
topple the stumbler and his burden down to
be hashed against jutting points, and tossed
fragmentary, food for fishes, in the lucid pool
below. For there were salmon there, still
working up stream, seeking the purest and
safest spots for their future families.
Now all of this was hard work, some of it
dangerous. It was well that, in the paddock
of Sowee, my horses had filled themselves with
elastic grass, parent of activity and courage.
Caudal, though bearing no burden but himself,
was often tempted to despair. Society, exam-
ple, and electric shocks of friendly castigation
aroused him. We rode hard along this wild
gorge, down these dreary vistas, up and down
these vast barren bulks of mountain. Forlorn
yellow pines, starveling children of adversity,
gnarled and scrubby, began to appear, shabby
substitutes for the prosperous firs and cedars
behind. But any gracefulness of vegetation,
any feeling of adornment, would be out of place
180 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
among those big, unrefined grandeurs. Beauty
and grace, and all conceivable delicacy of form
and color, light and shade, belong to the highest
sublimities of Nature. Tacoma. is as lovely with
all the minor charms, as it is divinely majestic
by the possession of the greater, and power of
combining and harmonizing the less. But there
is a lower kind of sublimity, where the predomi-
nant effect is one merely of power, bigness, the
gigantesque and cyclopean, rude force acting
disorderly, and producing a hurly-burly almost
grotesque. Perhaps sublimity is too noble a
Word to apply to these results of ill-regulated
frenzy ; they are grand as war, not noble as
peace. Such qualities of Nature have an edu-
cational value, as legends of giants may prepare
a child to comprehend histories of heroes. The
volcanic turbulence of the region I was now
traversing might fitly train the mind to per-
ceive the want of scenes as vast and calmer ;
— Salvator Rosa is not without significance
among the teachers of Art.
No Pacific Railroad in the Nachchese Pass, —
that my coup d'ceil assured me. Even the Bos-
ton hooihut, with all its boldness in the forest,
here could do little. Trees of a century may be
felled in an hour ; crags of an seen baffle a cycle.
The Boston hooihut must worm its modest way
in and out the gorge, without essaying to toss
VIA MALA. 181
down precipices into chasms. My memory and
my hasty road-book alike fail me in artistic detail
to make pictures of that morning's Yia Mala.
My chief emotion was expressed in a sigh for
release. It was one of those unkindly days of
summer when sunlight seems not a smile, but a
sneer. Cruel heat was reflected back from wall
to wall of the pass, palpitating to and fro between
baked, verdureless, purple cliff on this side, and
the hot harshness of opponent purple cliff across
the stream. I breathed a sirocco-like air with-
out pabulum, without constituents of blood. I
could fabricate a pale fury, an insane nervous
energy, out of this unwholesome, fiery stuff, but
no ardor, no joyousness, no doffing aside of
troublous care. I could advance, and never
flinch, because needs must ; but it seemed a
weary, futile toil, to spur my horse over the
ugly pavements of unyielding rock, up over the
crumbling brown acclivities, by perilous ways
along the verge of gulfs, where I could bend to
the right from my saddle, and see the river a
thousand feet below. I felt in this unlifting at-
mosphere, unwavering except where it trembled
over the heated surfaces, no elation, as I over-
came crest after crest of mountain along the
path, — no excitement, as Klale, the unerring,
galloped me down miles of break-neck declivity,
— my thundering squadron hammering with six-
182 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
teen legs on the echoing crust of this furnace-
cover.
Ever, " Hyack," cried Loolowcan ; " sia-a-ah
mitlite Weenas ; — Speed," cried the Frowzy ;
"far, far lieth Weenas."
We were now, just after noon, drawing out of
the chasms into a more open valley, when, as we
wound through a thicket of hazels near the river,
Loolowcan suddenly halted, and motioned me
mysteriously.
" What now, 0 protege of Talipus ? Is it
bear or Boston man ? "
" Pasaiooks, — halo cuitan ; — Blanketeer, —
no horse ! " said Loolowcan, with astonishment.
And there indeed was a horseless gentleman,
tossing pebbles into the Nachchese, as quietly as
if he were on the Hudson. What with little
medicine Klickatats, exploring parties, Boston
hooihuters, stray Caudals, and unhorsed loun-
gers, the Nachchese trail was becoming quite a
thoroughfare.
The stranger proved no stranger ; hardly even
horseless, for his mule, from a patch of grass in
the thicket, presently brayed welcome to my
nags. The gentleman was one of Captain Mc-
Clellan's party, come up from their camp some
leagues farther down. He was waiting at this
rendezvous for the Captain, who was exploring
another branch of the river. To a patroller of
VIA MALA. 183
crowded city avenues, it may not seem a signifi-
cant fact that a man in a solitary trail met a man.
But to me, a not unsociable being, travelling
with a half-insolent, half-indifferent, jargoning
savage, down a Via Mala of desolation, toward
a realm of possibly unbrotherly nomads, an
encounter by the wayside with a man and a
brother was a fact to enjoy and an emotion to
chronicle.
But human sympathy was not dinner for my
horses. I must advance toward that unknown
spot where, having full confidence in Nature, I
believed that a table would be spread for them
in the wilderness. " Nature never did deceive
the heart that loved her"; for a true lover be-
comes a student of his mistress's character
enough not to demand impossibilities. And
soon did that goddess, kindly and faithful object
of my life-long devotion, verify my trust, pro-
viding not only fodder for my cavalry, but a
bower for my nooning, a breeze from above to
stir the dead, hot air, and a landscape appropri-
ate to a banquet, and not like the cruel chasms
I had passed.
In a patch of luxuriant wild-pea vines my
horses had refreshing change of diet, befitting
the change of region. No monotony of scene
or action for man or beast thus far in this jour-
ney, no stagnation of mind or body from unex-
184 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
citing diet. For me, from tlie moment when my
vain negotiations began with King George of the
Klalams, life had been at its keenest, its readiest,
its fleetest. Multitudinously besprent also with
beauty like a bed of pansies had been these days
of dash and charge. My finer and coarser ass-
thetic faculties had been so exercised that, if an
uneducated traveller, I might have gone bewil-
dered with phantasmagoria. But bewilderment
comes from superficialness ; type thoughts stripped
of surface cloaking are compact as diamonds.
My camp for present nooning was a charming
little Arcady, shady, sunny, and verdant. Two
dense spruces made pleasant twanging to the
newly-risen breeze. These were the violins of
my festival orchestra with strings self-resinous,
while down the canon roared the growing gale,
and, filling all pauses in this aerial music, the
Nachchese tinkled merrily, or dashed boister-
ously, or rattled eagerly.
" On, on with speed ! " was the lesson hinted
to me by wind and water. Yet as I cooked for
dinner a brace of grouse, my morning's pr«y, I
might have allowed myself to yield to vainglo-
rious dalliance. The worser half of my scamper
was behind me. " Try not the pass," people had
said ; " you cannot put your space into your
time," said they, hinting also at dangers of soli-
tary travel with one of the crafty. But I had
VIA MALA. 186
taken the risk, and success was thus far with me.
Let me now beware of too much confidence.
Who can say what hirks in the heart of Loolow-
can ? He who persuades himself that his diffi-
culties are fought through, is but at threshold
of them. "When he winds the horn of triumph,
perhaps the sudden ogre will appear ; then woe
be to the knight, if he has taken the caps oflf his
revolver.
Loolowcan and I were smoking our pipes of
tobacco, when the tramp of hoofs was heard
along the trail, and, with the late skipper of
stones and a couple of soldiers, Captain McClel-
lan rode up. In vain, through the Nachchese
Canon, had the Captain searched for a Pacific
Railroad. He must search elsewhere, along Suo-
qualme Pass or other. Apart from a pleasant
moment of reciprocal well-wishing, the chief
result of this interview was, that I became dis-
embarrassed of my treasure-trove Caudal. I
seized the earliest chance of restoring this chat-
tel to Uncle Sam, whose initials were branded
upon his flank. No very available recruit to my
squadron of light horse was this debilitated ke-
terrypid, whom Good Samaritanism compelled
me to humanely entreat. Besides, I had erred
in his baptism ; I had called him Caudal, and
he naturally endeavored to take his place in the
rear. K I had but thought to name him Head-
long !
186 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
Rest in the shade of the spruces by the buzz-
ing river was so sweet, after the severity of my
morning's ride, that I hesitated for myself and
for my unwiUing mustangs to renew tlie journey.
To pace on an ambling mule over level green-
sward, like a fat papal legate travelling, in me-
diaeval times, from refectory to refectory, — that
seems as much as one would wish to do on a
hot afternoon of August, I shook off such indo-
lent thoughts, and mounted. Exertion is its
own reward. The joy in the first effort over-
balances the deirght of sloth, and the joy in per-
petual effort is clear gain. And really never an
ambling palfrey, slow-footed potterer under an
abbot, interfered less with his rider's quietude
than Klale, the gentle loper. We dragged our-
selves from the shade and the pea-vines, and
went dashing at full speed along the trail, no
longer encumbered by fallen trunks and hurdles
of bush and brier. Merely rough, meagre, and
stony was the widening valley, and dotted over
its adust soil with yellow pines, standing apart
in scraggy isolation.
At five I reached Captain McClellan's camp
of two tents. He was not yet returned from
prying into some other gorge, some purple cav-
ernous defile for his railroad route. Loolow-
can's " far to Weenas " the sergeant in charge
interpreted to mean still twenty-five miles.
VLA. MALA. 187
Their own main body was encamped in the
Weenas valley. Twenty-five miles is a terrible
supplement, my horses, after the labors of one
day ; but ye still seem fresh, thanks to the pad-
dock of Sowee, and the pea-vines at noon, and
to-morrow who knows but ye may be running
free over the plains, while I with fresh nags go
on toward the Dalles. "We may not therefore
accept the hospitality of the camp, but must on
lustily down the broad valley this windy evening
of summer.
Every appogiatura of Klale's galloping fore-
feet and hind-feet seemed doubly musical to me
now. I had escaped ; I was clear of the stern
mountains ; I was out upon the great surging
prairie-land. Before me all was open, bare, and
vast. To the south, pine woods stretched, like
helmet crests, along the tops and down to the
nodding fronts of brown hills ; behind, the gloomy
mass of the lower Cascades rose up, anticipating
sunset. Distance and dimness shut up the clefts,
and made the whole background one great wall,
closing avenues of return, and urging me for-
ward upon my eastward way.
The sun had gone down behind the mountains,
had paused on the tides of Whulge, had sunk
in ocean. Twilight came, and the wind grew
mightier, roaring after us like the voice of the
storm that bafifled the hunter of hiaqua. The
188 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
gale lifted us up over the tremendous wide roll-
ing bulk of grassy surges, and we swept scudding
into billowy deeps below.
In the thickening dusk I discerned an object,
— ^ not a tree, not a rock ; but a mobile black
object, scuttling away for a belt of thicket near
the river.
" A bear ! " I cried. " Itshoot ! " echoed Loo-
lowcan.
Nothing but grouse-shot in my double-barrel,
— that I handed to the Frowzy ; six leaden
peppercorns in my eight-inch revolver, — that
I kept. Now, Klale, it is whether Itshoot or
thou wilt first touch cover. Klale leaped for-
ward like an adult grasshopper. Bruin, hearing
hoofs, lurched on like a coal-barge in a tide bob-
bery. I was within thirty feet of him when he
struck the bushes. I fired. He felt it, and with
a growl stopped and turned upon us. Klale
swerved from those vicious claws, so that I
merely heard and felt them rattle on my stirrup,
as I fired again right into the bear's vacant hug.
Before I could check and turn my horse. Bruin
had concluded the unwelcome interview. He
had disappeared in the dense thicket. In vain
Loolowcan and I beat about in the dusk. The
ursine dodger did not profit by his chances of
ambuscade to embrace one of us and that chance
together. He was not to be found. Perhaps I
VIA MALA. 189
am the slayer of a bear. One shot at thirty
feet, and one across the breadth of a handker-
chief, might possibly discontinue the days of such
shaggy monster.
When we were upon the trail again, and gal-
loping faster under the stars, I found that I had
a new comic image in my mind. I roared with
jolly laughter, recalling how that uncouth crea-
ture had clumsily pawed at me, missing lacera-
tion by an inch. Had Klale swerved but a little
less, there would have been tragi-comedy in this
farce. In place of the buckskins torn yesterday,
I wore a pair of old corduroys, with scarlet cloth
leggings ; Destiny thought these did not need to
be farther incarnadined, nor my shins, much
abused along the briery trail, to be torn by any
crueller thorniness of bears' claws. There was,
however, underlying too extravagant fun, this
sense of escape from no fun. Nature will not
allow even her grotesque creatures to be quite
scoffed at. Bears may be laughable, but they
are not ridiculous. I have been contiguous to
an uncaged bear in free clutching trim but this
once, and I respect him too much to laugh at
him to his face. With him I could laugh when
he is in humorous mood, but at Bruin I laugh
no more.
By the time I had thus reasoned out the lesson
of my bear-fight, darkness had come. The ex-
190 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
hilaration of niglit-air revived my horses. They
guided themselves bravely along the narrow way,
and bravely climbed the lift and sway of land
surges. Yet over these massive undulations we
could travel but slowly. When it might, the trail
followed the terrace above the Nachchese. Often
wherever the trail might choose to follow, we
might not follow it in the dark. Stony arroyos
would cut it in twain, or a patch of wild-sage
bushes or a belt of hazels and alders send it
astray. Then would Loolowcan open wide his
dusky eyes, to collect every belated glimmer of
twilight, and zigzag until again he found the clew
of our progress. While he searched, Klale and
Antipodes took large morsels of epicurean bunch-
grass, in convenient tufts, a generous mouthful
in each.
It grew harder and harder to find the perma-
nent narrow wake of voyagers beforetime over
the great ground-swells of this unruly oceanic
scope of earth. Mariners may cut their own
hooihut over the hilly deep by the stars. Ter-
rene travellers cannot thus independently reject
history ; they must humble themselves to be fol-
lowers where tribes have tramped before. Even
such condescension may not avail when night is
master. Loolowcan, though eager as I to press
on, finally perforce admitted that we lost our way
in the thickets and over the gravel oftener than
VIA MALA. 191
we found it ; that the horses flagged sadly, and
we must stop.
It was one of those cloudless gales, when it
seems as if the globe is whirring on so fast be-
neath the stars, that air must use its mightiest
force of wing lest it be left a laggard. In
moments of stillness, while the flapping of these
enormous pinions ceased, and the gale went glid-
ing on by impetus, we could hear the far-away
rumble of the river. Sound is only second to
sight as a guide out of darkness. The music of
a stream, singing with joy that it knows its way,
is pleasanter guidance than the bark of village
cur, who, though he bite not because he bark,
may have a brother deputed to do that rougher
mouthing. Following, then, the sound, we pres-
ently came upon the source of sound, the Nach-
chese.
Sky and stars are. a peaceful shelter over a
bivouac ; yet when between the would-be sleeper
and that friendly roof there is a tumultuous
atmosphere misbehaving itself, sleep is torn up
and whirled away in tatters. "We must have
some bulwark against the level sweep of the
gale ; and must pay for getting it by losing
something else. Upon the bank we could have
a bed level and earthy, but wind-battered ; under
the bank we could lie sheltered, but must lie on
pebbles. On pebble boulders we must make our
192 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
couch, where water at higher stages had washed
away all the soft packing of earth.
We left the horses to occupy the bank above,
where they could sup on succulent bunch-grass,
firm and juicy as well-cured hay. Much as we
regretted abridging their freest liberty of repose,
we were obliged to hobble them lest they should
go with the wind down the valley, and at morn
be leagues away. If a man wishes speed, he
must take precautions that speed do not fly away
from him. Civilization without its appliances is
weaker than barbarism.
No gastronomic facts of our camp below the
Nachchese ; supper was much lower than second-
ary to rest. We had been full sixteen difficult
hours in the saddle. Nights of my life, not a
few, have been wretched in feather beds for too
much softness ; stern hardness was to be the
cause of other misery here. This night cobble-
stones must be my bed, a boulder pillow for my
head. My couch was uneven as a rippled lake
suddenly congealed. A being not molluscous,
but humanly bony, and muscular over bonyness,
cannot for hours beat upon pebbles unbruised.
So I had a night of weary unrest. The wild
rush of the river and noise of the gale ran
through my turbid sleep in dreams of tramping
battalions, — such as a wounded and fevered
man, lying unhelped on a battle-field, might
dream.
VIA MALA. 193
Yet let us always be just. There are things
to be said in behalf of cobble-stone beds by rivers
of the Northwest. I was soft to the rocks, if
not they to me. I have heard of regions where
one may find that he slept cheek by jowl with a
cobra di capella. These are absent from the un-
inviting bed of cobble-stones by the Nachchese,
and so are mosquitos, rattlesnakes, burglars,
and the cry of fire. Negative advantages these.
Consider also the positive good to a man, that,
having been thoroughly toughened by hardness,
he knows what the body of him is strong to be,
to do, and to suffer. Furthermore, one after ex-
perience of a pummelling couch, like this, will
sympathize sufficiently, and yet not morbidly,
with the poor bedless. So I slept, or did not
sleep, while the gale roared wildly all night, and
was roaring still at dawn.
X.
TREACHERY.
People cloddish, stagnant, and mundane, such
as most of us are, pretend to prefer sunset to
sunrise, just as we fancy the past greater than
the present, and repose nobler than action. Few
are radical enough in thought to perceive the
great equalities of beauty and goodness in phe-
nomena of nature or conditions of life. Now I
saw a sunrise after my night by the Nachchese,
which, on the side of sunrise, it is my duty to
mention.
Having therefore put in my fact, that on a
morning of August, in the latter half of the nine-
teenth century, sunrise did its duty with splen-
dor, I have also done my duty as an observer.
The simple statement of a fact is enough for
the imaginative, who will reproduce it for them-
selves, according to their experience ; the docile
unimaginative will buy alarm-clocks and study
dawns. Yet I give a few coarse details as a
work of supererogation.
If I had slept but faintly, the cobble-stones had
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purveyed me a substitute for sleep by hammer-
ing me senseless ; so that when the chill before
dawn smote me, and I became conscious, I felt
that I needed consolation. Consolation came. I
saw over against me, across the river, a hill blue
as hope, and seemingly far away in the gray dis-
tance. Light flushed upward from the horizon,
meeting no obstacles of cloud, to be kindled and
burnt away into white ashiness. Light came up
the valley over the dark, surging hills. Full in
the teeth of the gale it came, strong in its deli-
cacy, surely victorious, as a fine scymitar against
a blundering bludgeon. Where light and wind
met on the crest of an earth-billow, there the
grass shook like glittering spray. Meanwhile
the hill opposite was drawing nearer, and all the
while taking a fuller blue. Blue passed into
deep scintillating purple, rich as the gold-pow-
dered robe of an Eastern queen. As daylight
grew older, it was strong enough to paint detail
without sacrificing effect ; the hill took its place
of neighborhood, upright and bold, a precipitous
front of warm, brown basalt, with long cavities,
freshly cleft, where prisms had fallen, striping the
brown with yellow. First upon the summit of
this cliff the sunbeams alighted. Thence they
pounced upon the river, and were whirled along
upon its breakers, carrying light down to flood
the valley. Li the vigorous atmosphere of so
196 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
brilliant a daybreak I divined none of the diffi-
culties that were before sunset to befall me.
By this we were in the saddle, following the
sunlight rush of the stream. Stiffish, after pass-
ing the night hobbled, were the steeds, as bruised
after boulder beds were the cavaliers. But Loo-
lowcan, the unimpassioned, was now aroused.
Here was the range of his nomad life. Any-
where hereabouts he might have had his first
practice-lessons in horse-stealing. His foot was
on his native bunch-grass. Those ridges far
away to the northeast must be passed to reach
Weenas. Beyond those heights, to the far south,
is Atinam and " Le Play House," the mission.
Thus far time and place have made good the
description of the eloquent Owhhigh.
Presently in a small plain appeared a horse,
hobbled and lone as a loon on a lake. Have we
acquired another masterless estray ? Not so.
Loolowcan uttered a peculiar trilobated yelp, and
forth from an ambush, where he had dodged,
crept the shabbiest man in the world. Shabby
are old-clo' men in the slums of Brummagem ;
shabbier yet are Mormons at the tail of an emi-
gration. But among the seediest ragamuffins
in the most unsavory corners I have known, I
find no object that can compare with this root-
digging Klickatat, as at Loolowcan's signal-yelp
he crept from his lair among the willows.
TREACHERY. 197
His attire merits attention as the worst in the
world.
Tlie moccasins of Sliabbiest had been long ago
another's, probably many another Klickatat's.
Many a cayote had appropriated them after they
were thrown away as defunct, and, after gnawing
them in selfish solitude, every cayote had turned
away unsatisfied with their flavor. Then Shab-
biest stepped forward, and claimed the treasure-
trove. He must have had a decayed ingenuity ;
otherwise how with thongs, with willow twigs,
with wisps of grass and persistent gripe of toe,
did he compel those tattered footpads to remain
among his adherents ?
Breeches none had Shabbiest ; leggins none ;
shirt equally none to speak of. But a coat he
had, and one of many colors.
Days before, on the waters of Whulge, I had
seen a sad coat on the back of that rusty and
fuddled chieftain, the Duke of York. Nature
gently tempers our experience to us as we are
able to bear. The Duke's coat was my most de-
plorable vision in coats until its epoch, but it had
educated me to lower possibilities. Ages ago,
when this coat was a new and lively snuff-color,
Garrick was on the stage, Goldsmith was buying
his ridiculous peach-blossom, in shape like this,
if this were ever shapely. In the odors that
exhaled from it there seemed an under stratum
198 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
of London coffee-houses. Who knows but He
of Bolt Court, slovenly He of the Dictionary,
may not have been guilty of its primal grease-
spot ? And then how that habiliment became of
a duller snuff-color ; how grease-spots oozed each
into its neighbor's sphere of attraction ; how one
of its inheritors, after familiarizing it with the
gutter, pawned it one foggy November day, when
London was swallowing cold pea-soup instead
of atmosphere ; how, the pawner never coming
to redeem, the pawnee sold it to an American
prisoner of the Revolution, to carry home with
him to Boston, his native village ; how a de-
graded scion of the family became the cook
of Mr. Astor's ill-fated ship, the Tonquin, and
swopped it with a Chinook chief for four otter-
skins ; and how from shabby Chinook to shab-
bier it had passed, until Shabbiest got it at last ;
— all these adventures, every eventful scene in
this historic drama, was written in multiform
inscription all over this time-stained ruin, so
that an expert observer might read the tale as
a geologist reads eras of the globe in a slab
of fossiliferous limestone.
Such was the attire of Shabbiest, and as such
he began a powwow with Loolowcan. The
compatriots talked emphatically, with the dull
impulsiveness, the calm fury, of Indians. I saw
that I, my motions, and my purposes were the
TREACHERY. 199
subject of their discourse. Meanwhile I stood
by, somewhat bored, and a little curious.
At last, he of the historical coat turned to
me, and, raising his arms, one sleeveless, one
fringed with rags at the shoulder, delivered at
me a harangue, in the most jerky and broken
Chinook. Given in broken English, correspond-
ing, its purport was as follows.
Shabbiest loquitur^ in a naso-guttural choke : —
" What you white man want get 'em here ?
Why him no stay Boston country ? Me stay my
country ; no ask you come here. Too much
soldier man go all round everywhere. Too
much make pop-gun. Him say kill bird, kill
bear, — sometime him kill Indian. Soldier
man too much shut eye, open eye at squaw.
Squaw no like; s'pose squaw like, Indian man
no like nohow. Me no understand white man.
Plenty good thing him country ; plenty blanket ;
plenty gun ; plenty powder ; plenty horse. In-
dian country plenty nothing. No good Weenas
give you horse. No good Loolowcan go Dalles.
Bad Indian there. Small-pox there. Yery
much all bad. Me no like white man nohow.
S'pose go away, me like. Me think all same
pretty fine good. You big chief, got plenty
thing. Indian poor, no got nothing. Howdydo ?
Howdydo ? Want swop coat ? Want swop
horse ? S'pose give Indian plenty thing. Much
200 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
good. Much very big good great chief white
man ! "
" Indignant sagamore," replied I, in mollify-
ing tones, " you do indeed misunderstand us
blanketeers. We come hither as friends for
peace. No war is in our hearts, but kindly
civilizing influences. If you resist, you must
be civilized out of the way. We should regret
your removal from these prairies of Weenas,
for we do not see where in the world you can
go and abide, since we occupy the Pacific
shore and barricade you from free drowning
privileges. Succumb gracefully, therefore, to
your fate, my representative redskin. Do not
scowl when soldier men, searching for railroads,
repose their seared and disappointed eyeballs by
winking at your squaws. Do not long for pit-
falls when their cavalry plod over your kamas
swamps. Believe all same very much good.
Howdydo ? Howdydo ? No swop ! I cannot
do you the injustice of swopping this buckskin
shirt of mine, embroidered with porcupine-
quills, for that distinguished garment of yours.
Nor horse can I swop in fairness ; mine are
weary with travel, and accustomed for a few
days to influences of mercy. But, as a memo-
rial of this pleasant interview and a testimo-
nial to your eloquent speech, I should be com-
plimented if you would accept a couple of
charges of powder."
TREACHERY. 201
And, suiting act to word, I poured him out
powder, which he received in a buckskin rag,
and concealed in some shabby den of his his-
toric coat. Shabbiest seemed actually grateful.
Two charges of powder were like two soup-
tickets to a starving man, — two dinners inevi-
tably, and possibly, according to the size of his
mark, many dinners, were in that black dust.
He now asked to see my six-shooter, which
Loolowcan had pointed at during their vernac-
ular confidence. He examined it curiously,
handling it with some apprehension, as a bache-
lor does a baby.
" Wake nika kumtun ocook tenas musket.
Pose mika mamook po, ikta mika memloose ; —
I no understand that little musket. Suppose you
make shoot, how many, you kill ? " he asked.
" Hin, pose moxt tahtilum; — Many, perhaps
two tens," I said, with mild confidence.
This was evidently impressive. " Hyas ta-
manoiis ; big magic," said both. " Wake cultus
ocook ; no trifler that ! "
We parted. Shabbiest to his diggings, we to
our trail. Hereupon Loolowcan's tone changed
more and more. His old terrors, real or pre-
tended, awoke. He feared the Dalles. It was
a long journey, arid I was in such headlong
haste. And how could he return from the
Dalles, had we once arrived ? Could the son
9*
202 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
of Owhhigh foot it ? Never ! Would I give him
a horse?
Obviously not at all would I give a horse to
the new-fledged dignitary, I informed him, cool-
ing my wrath at these bulbous indications of
treachery, nurtured by the talk of Shabbiest,
and ready to grow into a full-blown Judas-tree
if encouraged. At last, by way of incitement to
greater diligence in procuring fresh horses for
me from the bands at Weenas, I promised to
hire one for his return journey. But Loolow-
can the Mistrusted, watching me with disloyal
eyes from under his matted hair, became doubly
doubted by me now.
We turned northward, clomb a long, rough
ridge, and viewed, beyond, a valley bare and
broad. A strip of cotton-wood and shrubs in
the middle announced a river, Weenas. This
was the expected locale; would the personnel be
as stationary ? Rivers, as it pleases nature, may
run away forever without escaping. Camps of
nomad Klickatats, are more evasive. The people
of Owhhigh, driving the horses of Owhhigh,
might have decamped. What then, Loolowcan,
son of a horse-thief? Can your talents aid me
in substituting a fresher for Gubbins drooping
for thy maltreatment.
Far away down the valley, where I could see
them only as one sees lost Pleiads with tele-
TREACHERY. 203
scopic vision, were a few white specks. Surely
the tents of Boston soldier tilicum, winkers at
squaws and thorns in the side of Shabbiest, — a
refuge if need be there, thought I. Loolowcan
turned away to the left, leading me into the
upper valley.
We soon discovered the fact, whatever its
future worth might be, that horses were feeding
below. Presently a couple of lodges defined
themselves rustily against the thickets of Wee-
nas. A hundred horses, roans, calicos, sorrels,
iron-grays, blacks and whites, were nipping bunch-
grass on the plain. My weary trio, wearier
this hot morning for the traverse of the burnt
and shaggy ridge above Weenas, were enliv-
ened at sight of their fellows, and sped toward
them companionably. But the wild calvacade,
tossing disdainful heads and neighing loudly,
dashed off in a rattling stampede ;,^then paused
curiously till we came near, and then were off
again, the lubberly huddling along far in the
rear of the front caracolers.
We dismounted, and tethered our wayfarers
each to a bush, where he might feed, but not
fly away to saddleless freedom with the wild
prairie band. We entered the nearer and larger
of the two lodges.
Worldlings, whether in palaces of Cosmopo-
lis or lodges of the siwashes, do not burn in-
204 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
cense before the absolute stranger. He must
first establish his claims to attention. No one
came forth from the lodges to greet us. No
one showed any sign of curiosity or welcome as
we entered. Squalid were these huts of squalid
tenancy. Architecture does not prevail as yet
on the American continent, and perhaps less
among the older races of the western regions
than among the newer comers Bostonward.
These habitations were structures of roughly
split boards, leaning upon a ridge-pole.
Five foul copper heads and bodies of. -men
lurked among the plunder of that noisome spot.
Several squaws were searching for gray hairs in
the heads of several children. One infant, evi-
dently malecontent, was being flat-headed. This
fashionable martyr was papoosed in a tight-
swathing wicker-work case. A broad pad of
buckskin , compressed its facile skull and brain
beneath. If there is any reason why the North-
west Indians should adopt the configuration of
idiots, none such is known to me. A roundhead
Klickatat woman would be a pariah. The
ruder sex are not quite so elaborately beauti-
fied, or possibly their brains assert themselves
more actively in later life against the distortion
of childhood. The Weenas papoose, victim of
aboriginal ideas in the plastic art, was hung up
in a corner of the lodge, and but for the blink-
TREACHERY. 205
ing of its beady black eyes, almost crowded
out of its head by the tight pad, and now and
then a feeble howl of distress, I should have
thought it a laughable image, the pet fetish of
these shabby devotees. Sundry mats, blankets,
skins, and dirty miscellanies furnished this popu-
lous abode.
Loolowcan was evidently at home among these
compatriots, frowzier even than he. He squat-
ted among them, sans gene, and lighted his
pipe. One of the ladies did the honors, and
moticfeied me to a seat upon a rusty bear-skin.
It instantly began biting me virulently through
my corduroys ; whereat I exchanged it for a
mat, soon equally carnivorous. Odors very vil-
lanous had made their settlement in this con-
genial spot. An equine fragrance such as no
essence could have overcome, pervaded the mas-
culine group. From the gynaeceum came a
perfume, hard to decipher, until I bethought
me how Governor Ogden, at Fort Vancouver
of the Hudson's Bay Company, with a cruelly
waggish wink to me, had persuaded the com-
missary of the railroad party to buy twelve
dozen quarts of Macassar, as presents for the
Indians.
" Fair and softly " is the motto of a siwash
negotiation. Why should they, in their monoto-
nous lives, sacrifice a new sensation by hurry?
206 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
The five copper-skins " ifirst eyed me over " with
lazy thoroughness. They noted my arms and
equipment. When they had thus taken my
measure by the eye, they appealed to my guide
for historical facts ; they would know my whence,
my whither, my wherefore, and his share in my
past and my future.
Loolowcan droned a sluggish tale, to whose
points of interest they grunted applause between
puffs of smoke. Then there was silence and a
tendency toward slumber declared itself among
them ; their minds needed repose after so un-
usual a feast of ideas. Here I protested. I ex-
pressed my emphatic surprise to Loolowcan, that
he was not urgent in fulfilling the injunctions
of my friend the mighty Owhhigh, and his own
agreement to procure horses. The quadrupeds
were idle,, and I was good pay. A profitable
bargain was possible.
The spokesman of the party, and apparently
owner of the lodge and horses, was an olyman
siwash, an old savage, totally unwashed from
boyhood up, and dressed in dirty buckskin. Loo-
lowcan, in response to my injunctions, appealed
to him. Olyman declined expediting me. He
would not lend, nor swop, nor sell horses. There
was no mode for the imparting of horses, tem-
porarily or permanently, that pleased him. His
sentiments on the subject of Boston visitors
TEEACHERY. 207
were like those of Shabbiest. All my persua-
sions he qualified as " Cultus wah wah ; idle
talk." Not very polite are thy phrases, Olyman
head man of Stenchville on Weenas. At the
same time he and the four in chorus proposed
to Loolowcan to abandon me. Olyman alone
talked Chinook jargon; the other four sat, in-
volved in their dirty cotton shirts, waiting for
interpretation', and purred assent or dissent, —
yea, to all the insolence of Olyman; nay, to
every suggestion of mine. Toward me and my
plans the meeting was evidently sulky and in-
clement.
Loolowcan, however, did not yet desert his
colors. He made the supplementary proposition
that Olyman should hire us a sumpter horse,
on which he the luxurious Loolowcan, disdain er
of pedestrians, might prance back from the far-
away Dalles. I was very willing on any con-
ditions to add another quadruped to my trio.
They all flagged after the yesterday's work, and
Gubbins seemed ready to fail.
While this new question was pending, a lady
came to my aid. The prettiest and wisest of
the squaws paused in her researches, and came
forward to join the council. This beauty of
the Klickatats thought hiring the horse an ad-
mirable scheme. " Loolowcan," said she, " can
take the consideration-money, and buy me
208 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
*ikta,' what not, at the Dalles." This sug-
gestion of the Light of the Harem touched Oly-
man. He rose, and commanded the assistance
of the shirt-clad quartette. They loungingly sur-
rounded the band of horses, and with whoops
and throwing of stones drove them into a corral,
near the lodges. Olyman then produced a hide
lasso, and tossed its loop over the head of a
roan, the stereoscopic counterpart of Gubbins.
Meantime Loolowcan had driven up my horses.
I ordered him to tie Antipodes and Gubbins
together by the head, with my long hide lariat.
The manner of all the Indians was so intolera-
bly insolent, that I still expected trouble. My
cavalry, I resolved, should be well in hand.
I flung the bight of the lariat with a double
turn over the horn of my saddle and held Klale,
my quiet friend, by his bridle. My three horses
were thus under complete control.
The roan was brought forward. But again
an evil genius among the Indians interfered,
and growled a few poisonous words into the
ear of Olyman. Olyman doubled his demand
for his horse. I refused to be imposed upon,
with an incautious expression of opinion on the
subject. The Indians talked with ferocious ani-
mation for a moment, and then retired to the
lodge. The women and children who had been
spectators immediately in a body marched off,
TREACHERY. 209
and disappeared in the thickets. Ladies do not
leave the field when amicable entertainment is
on the cards.
But why should I tarry after negotiation had
failed? I ordered Loolowcan to mount and
lead the way. He said nothing, but stood look-
ing at me, as if I were another and not my-
self, his recent friend and comrade. There was
a new cast of expression in his dusky eyes.
At this moment the Indians came forth from
the lodge. They came along in a careless,
lounging way, but every ragamuffin was armed.
Three had long single-barrel guns of the In-
dian pattern. One bore a bow and arrows.
The fifth carried a knife, half concealed, and,
as he came near, slipped another furtively into
the hand of Loolowcan.
What next ? A fight ? Or a second sham-
fight, like that of Whulge ?
I stood with my back to a bush, with my gun
leaning against my left arm, where my bridle
hung ; my bowie-knife was within convenient
reach, and I amused myself during these in-
stants of expectancy by abstractedly turning
over the cylinder of my revolver. " Another ad-
venture," I thought, " where this compact ma-
chine wiU be available to prevent or punish."
Loolowcan now stepped forward, and made
me a brief, neat speech, full of facts. Meanwhile
210 THE CANOE AXD THE SADDLE.
those five copper-heads watched me, as I have
seen a coterie of wolves, squatted just out of
reach, watch a wounded buffalo, who made
front to them. There was not a word in Loo-
lowcan's speech about the Great Spirit, or his
Great Father, or the ancient wrongs of the red
man, or the hunting-grounds of the blest, or
fire-water, or the pipe of peace. Nor was the
manner of his oration lofty, proud, and chief-
tainly, as might befit the son of Owhhigh. Loo-
lowcan spoke like an insolent varlet, ready to
be worse than insolent, and this was the burden
of his lay.
" Wake nika klatawah copa Dalles ; I won't
go to Dalles. Nika mitlite Weenas ; I stay
"Weenas. Alta mika payee nika chickamin pe
ikta ; now you pay me my money and things."
This was the result then, — my plan shot
dead, my confidence betrayed. This frowzy
liar asking me payment for his treachery, and
backing his demand with knives and guns!
Wrath mastered me. Prudence fled.
I made my brief rejoinder speech, thrusting
into it all. the billingsgate I knew. My philippic
ran thus : —
" Kamooks, mika klimminwhet ; dog, you have
lied. Cultus siwash, wake Owhhigh tenas ; pal-
try savage, no son of Owhhigh ! Kallapooya ;
a Kallapooya Indian, a groveller. Skudzilai-
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moot ; a nasty varmint. Tenas mika tum turn ;
cowardly is thy heart. Quash klatawah copa
Dalles; afraid to go to Dalles. Nika mamook
paper copa squally tyee pe spose mika chaco
yaquali yaka skookoom mamook stick; I shall
write a paper to the master of Nisqually (if I
ever get out of this), and suppose you go there,
he will lustily apply the rod."
Loolowcan winced at portions of this dis-
course. He seemed ready to pounce upon me
with the knife he grasped.
And now as to pay, " Hyas pultin mika ; a
great fool art thou, to suppose that I can be
bullied into paying thee for bringing me out
of my way to desert me. No go, no pay."
" Wake nika memloose ; I no die for the
lack of it," said Loolowcan, with an air of un-
approachable insolence.
Having uttered my farewell, I waited to see
what these filthy braves would do, after their
scowling looks and threatening gestures. If
battle comes, thou, 0 Loolowcan, wilt surely go
to some hunting-grounds in the other world,
whether blest or curst. Thou at least never
shalt ride Gubbins as master ; never wallop An-
tipodes as brutal master ; nor in murderous
revelry devour the relics of my pork, my hard-
tack, and my tongues. It will be hard if I,
with eight shots and a slasher, cannot make
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sure of thee to dance before me, as guide, down
the defiles of purgatory.
There was an awkward pause. All the apro-
pos remarks had been made. The spokesmen
of civilization and barbarism had each had their
say. Action rather halted. No one was willing
to take the initiative. Whether the Stench-
villians proposed to attack or not, they certainly
would not do it while I was so thoroughly on my
guard. Colonel Colt, quiet as he looked, rep-
resented to them an indefinite slaughter power.
I must myself make the move. I threw Klale's
bridle over his neck, and, grasping the horn, swung
myself into the saddle, as well as I could with
gun in one hand and pistol in the other.
The Klickatats closed in. One laid hold of
Antipodes. The vicious-looking Mephistophi-
Ics with the knife leaped to Klale's head and
made a clutch at the rein. But Colonel Colt,
with Cyclopean eyeball, was looking him full in
the face. He dropped the bridle, and fell back
a step. I dug both spurs into Klale with a yell.
Antipodes whirled and lashed at his assailant
with dangerous hoofs. Gubbins started. Klale
reared and bolted forward.
We had scattered the attacking party, and
were off.
XI.
KAMAIAKAN.
Towing a horse on each side, by a rope turned
about my saddle-horn, I moved but slowly. For
a hundred yards I felt a premonitory itching
in my spine, as if of arrow in the marrow. I
would not deign to turn. If vis a tergo came,
I should discover it soon enough. I felt no
inclination to see anything more of any In-
dians, ever, anywhere. I was in raging wrath ;
too angry as yet to be at a loss for the future ;
too furious to despond.
Whatever might now befall, I was at least
free of Loolowcan the Frowzy. As to mutual
benefit, we were nearly quits. He had had from
me a journey home and several days of ban-
queting: I from him guidance hither. He had
at last deserted me, shabbily, with assassina-
tion in his wishes ; but I had not paid him,
had vilipended him, and taken myself off un-
harmed. Withal I was disappointed. My type
Indian, one in the close relations of comrade,
had failed me. It is a bitter thing to a man
214 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
to find that he has thrown away even a minor
measure of friendship or lore upon a meaner
nature. I could see what the traitor influences
were, but why could he not resist, and be plucky,
honorable, and a fine fellow ? Why cannot all
the pitiful be noble ?
What saved me from massacre by the citizens
of Weenas was not, I suppose, my six-shooter,
not my double-barrel, not my bowie, — though
each had its influence on the minds of Indians,
— but the neighborhood of the exploring camp.
Much as Shabbiest and Olyman disliked these
intruders, they feared them more. Loolowcan
also felt that he was responsible for my safety,
and that, if I disappeared, some one would ask
him the inevitable question, where he had put
me. The explorers, not having had much suc-
cess in finding a railroad, would be entertained
with an opportunity for other researches. Yet
the temptation to six siwashes to butcher one
Boston man, owner of three passable horses and
valuable travelling gear, is so great, and siwash
power to resist present temptation so small, that
I no doubt owed something to my armament,
and something to my evident intention to use it,
I now made for the exploring camp as best
I might. Gubbins and Antipodes were disposed
to be centrifugal, and, as I did not wish to
weary Klale with pursuits, I held to my plan
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of towing the refractory steeds. At times the
two would tug their lengths of rope isosceles,
and meet for biting each other. When this
happened, I, seated just behind the apex of the
triangle, was wellnigh sawed in twain by the
closing sides. After such encounter. Antipodes
would perhaps lurch ahead violently, while Gub-
bins, limping from a kick, would be a laggard.
Klale would thus become the point where two
irregular arms of a diagonal met, and would
be sorely unsteadied, as are those who strive
to hold even control between opponent forces.
Thus I jerked along, sometimes tugging, some-
times tugged, until I discerned a distant flicker
in the air, which soon defined itself as the
American flag, and through the underwood I
saw the tents of the exploring party, a wel-
come refuge.
I was tired, hot, excited, and hateful, disgusted
with Indians and horses, and fast losing my
faith in everything; therefore the shelter of a
shady tent was calming, and so was the pleasant
placidity of the scene within. Lieutenant M.
was reclining within, buying of a not uncleanly
Indian long, neat potatoes and a silver salmon.
Dewiness of his late bath in the melted snows
of tlie Weenas sparkled still on the bright scales
of the fish. It was a tranquillizing spectacle
after the rough travel and offensive encounters
216 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
of the day. Almost too attractive to a man
who, after a few moments of this comparatively
Sybaritic dalliance, must renew, and now alone,
his journey, fed with musty hard-tack, and must
again whip tired nags over plains bristling with
wild sage, and over the aggravating backbones
of the earth.
The camp could give me, as it did, a hos-
pitable meal of soldiers' fare ; but, with friendli-
est intentions, the camp could do little to speed
me. It could advise me that to launch out un-
guided into the unknown is perilous ; but I
was resolved not to be baffled. Le Play House,
the mission where Loolowcan should have guided
me in the morning, was somewhere. I could
find it, and ask Christian aid there. The priests
would probably have Indian retainers, and one
of these would be a safer substitute for my
deserter. I would not prognosticate failure ;
enough to meet it if it come.
Le Play House is on the Atinam, twenty miles
in a bee-line from camp. "Were one but a bee,
here would be a pleasant flight this summer's
afternoon. But how to surely trace this imagi-
nary route across pathlessness, over twenty miles
of waste, across two ranges of high scorched
hills ? Two young Indians, loungers about the
camp, ojBfered to conduct me for a shirt. Cheap,
but inadmissible ; I am not now, my young
KAMAIAKAN. 217
shirtless, in the mood for lavishing a shirt of
civilization on any of the siwash race. Too
recent are the injuries and insults of Loolow-
can and the men of Stenchville. I am still in
an imprudent rage. I rashly scorn the help
of aborigines. Thereaway is Atinam, — I will
ride tliither alone this pleasant afternoon of
summer.
I could not fitly ask the fusillade for Loolow-
can, Olyman, and his gang. Their action had
been too incomplete for punishment so final. I
requested Lieutenant M. to mamook stick upon
my ex-comrade should he present himself. I fear
that the traitor escaped unpunished, perhaps to
occupy himself in scalping my countrymen in
the late war. Owhhigh in that war was un-
reasonably hung ; there ' are worse fellows than
Owhhigh, in cleaner circles, unhung, and not
even sent to Coventry.
Before parting. Lieutenant M. and I exchanged
presents of our most precious objects, after the
manner of the Homeric heroes. Hardshell re-
mamder biscuits he gave, jaw-breakers, and
tough as a pine-knot, but more grateful than my
hard-tack, well sprouted after its irrigation by
the S'kamish. I bestowed, in return, two of my
salted tongues, bitter as the maxims of La Roche-
foucauld.
Gubbins and Antipodes were foes irreconcila-
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218 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
ble, — a fact of immense value. Therefore, that
they might travel with less expense of scamper
to me, I tied their heads together. I felt, and
so it proved, that, whenever Antipodes begged to
pause and feed, Gubbins would be impelled to
keep up a steady jog-trot, and whenever Gubbins
wished to inspect a tuft of bunch-grass to the
right, his companion would stolidly decline com-
pliance, and plod faithfully along the ideal bee-
line. There must be no discursiveness in my
troop henceforth.
Then I resolutely said adieu to the friendly
camp, and, pointing my train for a defile in the
hard hills upon the southern horizon, started, not
very gayly, and very lonely. We did not droop,
horses or man, but the visionary Hope that went
before was weak in the knees, and no longer
bounded gallantly, beckoning us onward. The
two light-loaded horses, in their leash, were
rarely unanimous to halt, but their want of har-
mony often interfered with progress, and Owh-
high's whip must often whirr about their flanks,
hinting to them not to be too unbrotherly. Toil-
ing thus doggedly on over the dry levels and
rolling sweeps of prairie, Klale and I grew weary
with the remorseless sunshine, and our responsi-
bility of the march.
As I rounded a hillock, two horsemen, gallop-
ing toward me, drew up at a hundred yards to
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reconnoitre. One of them immediately rode for-
ward. What familiar scarecrow is this ? By
that Joseph coat I recognize him. It is Shabbi-
est, pleased evidently to see that Loolowcan has
taken his advice, and I am departing alone.
" Kla hy yah ? Howdydo ? " said the old man,
" Whither now, 0 Boston tyee ? "
" To Le Play House," answered I, short and
sour, feeling no affinity for this rusty person, the
first beguiler of my treacherous guide.
" Not the hooihut," said he. " Nanitch ocook
polealy ; behold this powder," — the powder I
had given him. For this gift, within his greasy
garb there beat a grateful heart, or possibly a
heart expectant of more, and he volunteered to
guide me a little way into the trail. Moral : al-
ways give a testimonial to dreary old grumblers
in ole clo', when you meet them in the jolly
morning, — possibly they may requite you when
you meet at sulky eve.
First, Shabbiest must ask permission of his
companion. " My master," he said ; " I am ela-
ita, a slave." The master, a big, bold Indian of
Owhhigh type, in clothes only second-hand, gave
him free permission. The old man's servitude
was light.
Shabbiest led off on his shambler in quite
another direction from mine, and more south-
erly. After a mile or so we climbed a steep hill,
220 THE CANOE AOT) THE SADDLE.
whence I could see the Nachchese again. I saw
also behind me a great column of dust, and from
it anon two galloping riders making for us.
They dashed up, — the same two youths who at
camp had offered to guide me to Le Play House
for a shirt. I was humbler now than when I re-
fused them before noon, having over-confidence
in myself and my power of tracing bee-lines.
We must, perhaps, be lost in our younker and
prodigal periods, before our noon, that we may
be taught respect for experience, and believe in
co-operation of brother-men.
Now, I possessed two shirts of faded blue-check
calico, and was important among savages for
such possession. One of these, much bedimmed
with dust, at present bedecked my person, —
buckskin laid aside for the heat. There was no
washerwoman within many degrees of latitude
and longitude, — none probably between the Cas-
cades and the Rockys. Why not, then, disem-
barrass myself of a valueless article, — a shirt
properly hors du combat, — if by its aid I might
win to guide me two young rovers, ambitious of
so much distinction on their Boulevards as a
checked calico could confer ?
Young gallopers, the shirt is yours. Ho for
Le Play House !
Adieu, Shabbiest, unexpected re-enterer on
this scene ! Thy gratitude for two charges of
KAMAIAKAN. 221
powder puts a fact on the merit side of my
book of Indian character. Receive now, with
my thanks, this my last spare dhudeen, and tliis
ounce of pigtail, and take away thyself and thy
odorous coat from between the wind and me.
Shabbiest rode after his master.
Everything now revived. Horses and men
grew confident, and Hope, late feeble in the
knees, now with braced muscles went turning
somersets of joy before us. Antipodes and Gub-
bins, unleashed, were hurried along by the whoops
and whips of my younker guides ; and Klale,
relieved of responsibility, and inspired by gay
companions, became sprightly and tricksy. Sud-
den change had befallen my prospects, lately
dreary. Shabbiest had come as forerunner of
good fortune. Then, speeding after him, ap-
peared my twin deliverers, guiding me for the
low price of a shirt totally buttonless.
It was worth a shirt, nay, shirts, merely to be
escorted by these graceful centaurs. No saddle
intervened between them and their horses. No
stirrup compelled their legs. A hair rope twisted
around the mustang's lower lip was their only
horse furniture. " Owhhigh tenas," one of Owh-
high's boys, the younger claimed to be. Nowhere
have I seen a more beautiful youth. He rode
like an Elgin marble. A circlet of otter fur
plumed with an eagle's feather crowned him.
222 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
His forehead was hardly perceptibly flattened,
and his expression was honest and merry, not
like the sombre, suspicious visage of Loolowcan,
disciple of Talipus.
Neither of my new friends would give me his
name. After coquetting awhile, they pretended
that to tell me would be tamanoiis of ill omen,
and begged me to give them pasaiooks' names.
So I received them into civilization under the
titles of Prince and Poms. These they meta-
morphosed into U'plint'z and K'pawint'z, and
shouted their new appellatives at each other in
glee as they galloped. Prince, my new Adonis,
like Poins, his admiring and stupid comrade, was
dressed only in hickory shirt of the Hudson's
Bay Company and some nondescript raggedness
for leggins. Deer are not abundant in this arid
region, and buckskin raiment is a luxury for
chiefs.
With these companions, the journey, just now
dismal, became a lark. Over the levels the horses
dashed freshly, — mine as if they wished to show
how much I had undervalued their bottom, and
how needless had been my detour, under my
false - leader, to exchange these trusty and tried
fellow-travellers for unknown substitutes. Over
the levels they dashed, and stout of heart, though
not quite so gayly, they clambered the hills Mac-
adamized with pebbles of trap.
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Antipodes, loping in the lead, suddenly shied
wildly away from a small rattlesnake coiled in
the track. The little stranger did not wait for
our assault. He glided away into a thick bush,
where he stood on the defensive, brandishing his
tongue, and eying us with two flames. His tail
meanwhile recited cruel anathemas, with a harsh,
rapid burr. He was safe from assault of stick or
stone, and I was about to call in my old defender,
the revolver, when Uplintz prayed me to pause.
I gave him the field, while Kpawintz stood by,
chuckling with delight at the ingenuity of his
friend and hero.
Uplintz took from a buckskin pouch at his belt
his pipe, and, loosening from the bowl its slender
reed stem, he passed through it a stiff spire of
bunch-grass. A little oil of tobacco adhered to
the point. He approached the bush carefully,
and held the nicotinized straw a foot from the
rattlesnake's nose. At once, from a noisy, threat-
ening snake, tremulous with terror and rage
from quivering fang to quivering rattle, — a
snake writhing venomously all along its black
and yellow ugliness, — it became a pacified snake,
watchful, but not wrathful.
Uplintz, charmer of reptiles, proceeded with
judicious coolness. Imperceptibly he advanced
his wand of enchantment nearer and nearer.
Rattler perceived the potent influence, and rat-
224 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
tied no more. Tlie vixenish twang ceased at one
end of him ; at the other, his tongue became gently
lambent. The narcotic javelin approached, and
finally touched his head. He was a lulled and
vanquished rattlesnake. He followed the magic
sceptre, as Uplintz withdrew it, — a very drunk-
en serpent " rolled to starboard, rolled to lar-
board," staggering with the air of a languidly
contented inebriate. He swayed feebly out upon
the path, and squirmed there, while the charmer
tickled his nose with the pleasant opiate, his rat-
tles uttering mild plaudits.
At last Kpawiutz, the stolid, whipping out a
knife, suddenly decapitated our disarmed play-
thing, and bagged the carcass for supper, with
triumphant guffaws. Kpawintz enjoyed his so-
lution of the matter hugely, and acted over the
motions of the snake, laughing loudly as he did
so, and exhibiting his tidbit trophy.
. We had long ago splashed across the Nach-
chese. The sun, nearing the western hills, made
every opening valley now a brilliant vista.
The rattlesnake had died just on the edge of
the Atinam ridges, and Kpawintz was still bran-
dishing his yellow and black prey, and snapping
the rattle about the flanks of his wincing roan,
when Uplintz called me to look with him up
into the streaming sunshine, and see Le Play
House.
KAMAIAKAN. 225
A strange and unlovely spot for religion to
have chosen for its home of influence. It
needed all the transfiguring power of sunset
to make this desolate scene endurable. Even
sunset, lengthening the shadow of every blade
of grass, could not create a mirage of verdant
meadow there, nor stretch scrubby cottonwood-
trees to be worthy of their exaggerated shade.
No region this where a Friar Tuck would
choose to rove, solacing his eremite days with
greenwood pleasures. Only ardent hermits
would banish themselves to such a hermitage.
The missionary spirit, or the military religious
discipline, must be very positive, which sends
men to such unattractive heathen as these, — to
a field of labor far away from any contact with
civilization, and where no exalting result of
converted multitudes can be hoped.
The mission was a hut-like structure of adobe
clay, plastered upon a frame of sticks. It stood
near the stony bed of the Atinam. The sun
was just setting as we came over against it, on
the hill-side. We dashed down into the valley,
that moment abandoned by sunhght. My In-
dians launched forward to pay their friendly
greeting to the priests. But I observed them
quickly pause, walk their horses, and noiselessly
dismount.
As I drew near, a sound of reverent voices
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226 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
met me, — vespers at this station in the -wil-
derness. Three souls were worshipping in the
rude chapel attached to the house. It was rude
indeed, — a cell of clay, — but a sense of the
Divine presence was there, not less than in
many dim old cathedrals, far away, where ear-
lier sunset had called worshippers of other race
and tongue to breathe the same thanksgiving
and the same heartfelt prayer. No pageantry
of ritual such as I had often witnessed in
ancient fanes of the same faith ; when incense
filled the air and made it breathe upon the
finer senses; when from the organ tones large,
majestical, triumphant, subduing, made my be-
ing thrill as if music were the breath of a
new life more ardent and exalting ; when in-
ward to join the throngs that knelt there
solemnly, inward to the old sanctuary where
their fathers' fathers had knelt and prayed the
ancestral prayers of mankind for light and
braver hope and calmer energy, inward with
the rich mists of sunset flung back from dusky
walls of time-glorified marble palaces, came the
fair and the mean, the desolate and the ex-
ultant, — came beauty to be transfigured to
more tender beauty with gentle penitence and
purifying hope, — came weariness and pain to
be soothed with visions of joy undying, celes-
tial, — came hearts wellnigh despauing, self-
KAMAIAKAN. 227
scourged or cruelly betrayed, to win there dear
repentance strong_ with tears, to win the wise
and agonized resolve ; — never in any temple
of that ancient faith, where prayer has made
its home for centuries, has prayer seemed so
mighty, worship so near the ear of God, as
vespers here at this rough shrine in the
lonely valley of Atinam.
God is not far from our lives at any moment.
But we go for days and years with no light
shining forth from kindling heart to reveal to
us the near divineness. With clear and culti-
vated, perception we take in all facts of beauty,
all the wonderment of craft, cunning adapta-
tion, and subtile design in nature ; we are guided
through thick dangers, and mildly scourged away
from enfeebling luxury of too much bliss ; we
err and sin, and gain the bitter lessons of pen-
ance ; and all this while we are deeming or
dreaming ourselves thoughtfully religious, and
are so up to the measure of our development.
But yet, after all these years, coming at last to
a wayside shrine, where men after their manner
are adoring so much of the Divine as their
minds can know, we are touched with a strange
and larger sympathy, and perceive in ourselves
a great awakening, and a new and wider per-
ception of God and the godlike, and know that
we have entered upon another sphere of spirit-
ual growth.
228 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
Vespers ended. The missionaries, coming
forth from their service, welcomed me with qui-
et cordiality. Visits of men not savage were
rare to them as are angels' visits to worldlings.
In winter they resided at a station on the Yaki-
mah in the plains eastward. Atinam was their
summer abode, when the copper-colored lambs
of their flock were in the mountains, plucking
berries in the dells, catching crickets on the
slopes.
Messrs. D'Herbomez and Pandosy had been
some five years among the different tribes of
this Yakimah region, eifecting of course not
much. They had become influential friends,
rather than spiritual guides. They could ex-
hibit some results of good advice in potato-
patches, but. polygamy was too strong for them.
Kamaiakan, chiefest of Yakimah or Klickatat
chiefs, sustained their cause and accepted their
admonitions in many matters of conduct, but
never asked should he or should he not invite
another Mrs. Kamaiakan to share the honors
of his lodge. Men and Indians are firm against
clerical interference in domestic institutions.
Perhaps also Kamaiakan had a vague notion of
the truth, that polygamy is not a whit more
unnatural than celibacy.
. Whether or not these representatives of the
Society of Jesus have persuaded the Yakimahs
KAMAIAKAN. 229
to send away their supernumerary squaws, for
fear of something harsher than the good-natured
amenities of purgatory, one kindly and success-
ful missionary work they have done, in my re-
ception and entertainment. Their fare was mine.
Salmon from the stream and potatoes from
their own garden spread the board. Their sole
servant, an old Canadian lay brother, cared for
my horses, — for them and for me there was
perfect repose.
By no means would Uplintz and Kpawintz
allow me to forget their promised reward. Each
was an incomplete dandy of the Yakimahs un-
til that shirt of blue had been tried on by
each, and contrasted with the brown cuticle of
each. They desired to dress after my mode ;
with pasaiooks' names and an exchangeable
shirt between them, they hoped to become ele-
gant men of Boston fashion. Twilight was
gloom to their hearts until I had condescended
to lay aside that envied garment, until it had
ceased to be mine, and was the joint property
of two proud and happy young braves, and
until each, wearing it for a time and seeing
himself reflected in the admiring eyes of his
fellow, felt that he was stamped with the true
cachet of civilization. Alas, that the state
of my kit did not permit me to double the
boon, and envelope the statuesque proportions
230 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
of Uplintz with a clean calico, rich in pearl but-
tons. For there came an obtruding question,
how the two juvenals would distribute the one
mantle. Would they appear before the critical
circles of Weenas only on alternate days ? Would
they cleave the garment into a dexter and a
sinister portion, one sleeve and half a body to
each? Or would they divide the back to one,
and the front to the other, and thenceforth pre-
sent, the one an obverse, the other a reverse to
the world ? It is my hope that their tenancy
in common of this perishable chattel did not
sunder companionship. Kpawintz would infalli-
bly give up his undivided half to Uplintz, if
that captivating young Adonis demanded it. But
I trust that the latter was content with grace,
beauty, and rattlesnakes, and yielded the entire
second-hand shirt to his less accomphshed friend.
Elaborate toilettes are a necessity of ugliness.
Uplintz, fair as Antinoiis, would only deterio-
rate under frippery.
It had a fresh flavor of incongruity to talk
high civilization on the Atinam, in a mud cham-
ber twelve feet square, while two dusky youths
of Owhhigh's band, squatted on the floor, eyed
us calmly, and, when their pipe was out, kept
each other awake with monotonous moaning gut-
tui'als. The mountain gale of to-night was strong
as the mistral of Father D'Herbomez's native
Provence.
KAMAIAKAN. 231
We talked of that romantic region, comparing
adobe architecture of the Northwest with the
Palace of Avignon, the Amphitheatre of Nismes,
the Maison Carrde, and the Pont dii Gard. Ka-
maiakan's court lost by contrast with King
Rent's, and no Petrarch had yet arisen among
the Yakimahs. Then, passing over the Maritime
Alps into the plains of Piedmont, we measured
Monte Rosa, dominant over Father Paudosy's
horizon of youth, with St. Helen's, queen of the
farthest West, and rebuilt in fancy, on these des-
ert plains, sunny Milan and its brilliant dome.
It is good to have the brain packed full of
images from the wealthy pgist ; it is good to re-
member and recall the beautiful accumulations
of human genius from earliest eld to now. For
with these possessions a man may safely be a
comrade of rudest pioneers, and toughen himself
to robust manliness, without dislinking himself
from refinement, courtesy, and beauty of act and
demeanor. Nature indeed, wise, fair, and good,
is ever at hand to reintroduce us to our better
selves ; but sometimes, in moods sorry or rebel-
lious, Nature seems cold and slow and distant,
and will not grant at once to our eagerness the
results of long, patient study. Then we turn to
our remembrances of what brother men have
done, and standing among them, as in a noble
amphitheatre, we cannot be other than calm and
232 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
patient ; we cannot fall back into barbarism and,
be brutal, though our present society be Klalams
or Klickatats ; and even when treachery has exas-
perated us in the morning, in the evening, under
the quieting influence of Art and History, we
can forgive the savage, and think of pacifying
themes.
A roof crushes and fevers one who has been
long wont to sleep beneath the stars. I pre-
ferred my blankets without the cabin, sheltered
by its wall from the wind that seemed to proph-
esy a storm of terrors growing on the mountains
and the sea, to the luxury of a bunk within.
The good fathers were lodged with more than
conventual simplicity. Discomfort, and often pri-
vation, were the laws of missionary life in this
lonely spot. It was camp life with none of the
excitement of a camp. Drearily monotonous
went the days of these pioneers. There was lit-
tle intellectual exercise to be had, except to con-
struct a vocabulary of the Yakimah dialect, —
a hardly more elaborate machine for working
out thought than the babbling Chinook jargon.
They could have inevitably but small success in
proselyting, and rarely any society except the
savage dignity of Kamaiakan, the savage vigor
of Skloo, and the savage cleverness of Owhhigh.
A tame lustrum for my hosts, varied only by
summer migrations to the Atinam and winter
KAMAIAKAN. 233
abode on the Yakimah. If the object of a man's
life were solely to produce effect upon other
men, and only mediately upon himself, one
would say that the life of a cultivated and intel-
lectual missionary, endeavoring to instruct sav-
ages in the complex and transitional dogma-
tisms of civilization, was absolutely wasted.
When I woke, late as sunrise, after the
crowded fatigues and difficulties of yesterday, I
found that already my hosts had despatched
Uplintz and Kpawintz to a supposed neighbor
camp of their brethren, to seek me a guide.
Also the old servitor, a friendly grumbler, was
off to the mountains on a similar errand. Pa-
tience, therefore, and remember, hasty voyager,
that many are the chances of savage life.
Antipodes had shaken to pieces whatever
stitched bag he bore. I seized this moment
to make repairs. Among my traps were nee-
dles and thread of the stoutest, for use and for
presents. The fascinating squaw of Weenas,
if she had but known it, was very near a
largess of such articles. But the wrong-doing
of Sultan Olyman lost her the gift, and my tai-
lor-stock was undiminished. I made a lucky
thrust at the one eye of a needle, and began
my work with severe attention.
"While I was mending, Uplintz, with his ad-
miring Orson, Kpawintz, came galloping back.
234 THE CANOE AND THB SADDLE.
Gone were the Indians they had sought ; gone —
so said their trail — to gad nomadly anywhere.
And the two comrades, though wiUing to go
with me to the world's end for the pleasure
of my society and the reward of my shirts,
must admit to Father Pandosy, cross-examin-
ing, that they had never meandered along
the Dalles hooihut.
The old lay brother also returned bringing
bad luck. Where he had looked to find popu-
lous lodges, he met one straggling squaw, left
there to potter alone, while the Bedouins
were far away. The many chances of Indian
life seemed chancing sadly against me. Should
I despair of farther progress, and become an
acolyte of the Atinam mission ?
Just then I raised my eyes, and lo ! a majestic
Indian in Lincoln green ! He was dismounting
at the corral from a white pacer. "Who now ?
" Le bon Dieu I'envoie," said Father Pan-
dosy ; " c'est Kamaiakan meme."
Enter, then, upon this scene Kamaiakan,
chiefest of Yakimah chiefs. He was a taU,
large man, very dark, with a massive square
face, and grave, reflective look. Without the
senatorial coxcombry of Owhhigh, his manner
was strikingly distinguished, quiet and dig-
nified. He greeted the priests as a Kaiser
might a Papal legate. To me, as their friend,
KAMAIAKAN. 236
he gave his hand with a gentlemanly word of
welcome.
All the nobs I have known among Redskins
have retained a certain dignity of manner even
in their beggarly moods. Among the plebeians,
this excellence degenerates into a gruff coolness
or insolent indifference. No one ever saw a
bustling or fussy Indian. Even when he begs
of a blanketeer gifted with chattels, and beg he
does without shame or shrinking, he asks as if
he would do the possessor of so much trumpery
an honor by receiving it at his hands. The
nauseous, brisk, pen-beliind-the-ear manner of
the thriving tradesman, competitor with every-
thing and everybody, would disgust an Indian
even to the scalping point. Owhhigh, visiting
my quarters at Squally with his fugue of beg-
gars, praying me to breech his breechless, shirt
his shirtless, shoe his shoeless child, treated me
with a calm loftiness, as if I were merely a
steward of his, or certainly nothing more than
a co-potentate of the world's oligarchy. He
showed no discomposure at my refusal, as un-
moved as his request. Fatalism, indolence,
stolidity, and self-respect are combined in this
indifference. Most of a savage's prayers for
bounty are made direct to Nature ; when she
refuses, she does so according to majestic laws,
of which he, half reflectively, half instinctively,
236 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
is conscious. He learns that there is no use in
waiting and whining for salmon out of season,
or fresh grasshoppers in March. According to
inevitable laws, he will have, or will not have,
salmon of the first water, and aromatic grass-
hoppers sweet as honey-dew. Caprice is out
of the question with Nature, although her sex
be feminine. Thus a savage learns to believe
that power includes steadiness.
Kamaiakan's costume was novel, Louis Phi-
lippe dodging the police as Mr. Smith, and
adorned with a woollen comforter and a blue
cotton umbrella, was unkingly and a carica-
ture. He must be every inch a king who can
appear in an absurd garb and yet look full
royal. Kamaiakan stood the test. He wore a
coat, a long tunic of fine green cloth. Like
the irregular laeds of a kitchen garden were
the patches, of all shapes and sizes, combined
to form this robe of ceremony. A line, zizgag
as the path over new-fallen snow trodden by a
man after toddies too many, — such devious line
marked the waist. Sleeves, baggy here, and
there tight as a bandage, were inserted some-
where, without reference to the anatomical in-
sertion of arms. Each verdant patch was sepa-
rated from its surrounding patches by a ram-
part or a ditch of seam, along which stitches
of white threads strayed like vines. It was a
KAMAIAKAN. 237
gerrymandered coat, — gerrymandered according
to some system perhaps understood by the opera-
tor, but to me complex, impolitic, and uncon-
stitutional.
Yet Kamaiakan was not a scarecrow. Within
this garment of disjunctive conjunction he stood
a chieftainly man. He had the advantage of
an imposing presence and bearing, and above
all a good face, a well-lighted Pharos at the
top of his colossal frame. We generally recog-
nize whether there is a man looking at us from
behind what he chances to use for eyes, and
when we detect the man, we are cheered or
bullied according to what we are. It is intrinsi-
cally more likely that the chieftainly man will
be an acknowledged chief among simple savages,
than in any of the transitional phases of civ-
ilization preceding the educated simplicity of
social life, whither we now tend. Kamaiakan,
in order to be chiefest chief of the Yakimahs,
must be clever enough to master the dodges
of salmon and the will of wayward mustangs ;
or, like Fine-Ear, he must know where kamas-
bulbs are mining a passage for their sprouts ;
or he must be able to tramp farther and fare
better than his fellows ; or, by a certain tama-
noiis that is in him, he must have power to
persuade or convince, to win or overbear. He
must be best as a hunter, a horseman, a war-
238 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
rior, an orator. These are personal attributes,
not heritable ; if Kamaiakan Junior is a nature's
nobody, he takes no permanent benefit by his
parentage.
Chieftainly Kamaiakan seated himself and his
fantastic coat in the hut. He had looked in
to see his friends, the good fathers, and to
counsel with them what could be done for Mrs.
Kamaiakan the third. That estimable lady had
taken too much salmon, — very far too much,
alas ! — and Kamaiakan feared that he was about
to become a widower, pro tanto. Such a par-
tial solution of the question of polygamy was
hardly desired by the missionaries. It were
better to save Mrs. K. the third ; for doubt-
less already, knowing of her illness, many a
maiden of Yakimah high fashion was wishing
that her locks might glisten more sleekly at-
tractive ; many a dusky daughter of the tribe
was putting on the permanent blush of vermil-
ion to win a look from the disconsolate chief.
The fathers feared that he would not content him-
self with one substitute, but, not to give offence,
would accept the candidates one and all. There-
fore one of the gentlemen busied himself with
a dose for the surfeited squaw, — a dose in
quantity giant, in force dwarf, — one that should
make itself respected at first sight, and gain a
Chinese victory by its formidable aspect alone.
KAMAIAKAN. 239
While one compounded this truculent bolus,
the other imparted my needs to the chief.
Kamaiakan himself could not profit by this
occasion to make a trip to the Dalles and culti-
vate my society. Not only domestic trials, but
duties of state prevented. Were he absent at
this critical epoch, when uninvited soldier-men
were tramping the realm and winking at its
ladies without respect to rank, who would stand
forward as champion ? Who pacify alike riotous
soldier-man and aggrieved savage ? Kamaiakan
could not leave the field to Skloo the ambitious,
nor to Owhhigh the crafty, when he returned
from Squally rich with goods, the proceeds of
many a horse-theft. Absent a week, and Ka-
maiakan might find that for another, and not
for him, were the tawny maids. Kamaiakan
must stay. A nobleman on the climb must
keep himself always before the vulgar.
But a follower of the chief had just ambled
up on a pony, leading his sumpter horse. Him
Kamaiakan despatched up the Atinam, where
he had heard that a camp of his people had
halted on their way to the mountain berry-
patches. Among them was a protege of the
chief, who knew every trail of the region and
had horses galore.
Many are the chances of nomad life. Enter
now, in the background, a si wash soon to be
240 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
a personage in this drama, if the last legs of
his flea-bitten white Rosinante can but convey
him to the foreground to announce himself.
Enter Ferdinand on the scene, in an Isabella
yellow shirt, — he and his garments alike guilt-
less of the soap of Castile, or any soap of
land less royal.
Ferdinand was a free companion, a cosmop-
olite of his world. He was going somewhere,
anywhere, nowhere. He had happened in with
dinner in view. So long as the legs of Rosinante
lasted, Ferdinand could be a proud cavalier.
Now, those legs failing, he drooped. He would
soon become a peon, a base footman, and possi-
bly, under temptation, a footpad. Better, then,
quarter himself on his friends and former masters,
the priests, until in the free pastures of Atinam
Rosinante sfiould grow bumptious again.
As his name imported, this new-comer claimed
to be identified with civilization. "No Indian
name have I," he said, " I am Fudnun, a blan-
keteer." He was a resolved renegado from In-
dian polity and sociality. He had served with
the Hudson's Bay Company. He had even
condescended to take lessons in cookery from
the pale-face squaws of the Willamette.
While Ferdinand was thus announcing him-
self, and communicatively making good his claim
as a blanketeer, the envoy of Kamaiakan re-
KAMAIAKAN. 241
turned. He had hastened up the Atinam, and
come to Camp No-camp. The able-bodied si-
washes had all vanished, leaving only a few
children, recently out of the papoose period,
and a few squaws far on toward second child-
hood. Only such were left as had no more
tlian power enough to chase and bag the agile
grasshopper and far-bounding cricket, and to
pounce upon and bag every tumbling beetle of
the plain.
Such industry the messenger had found at
the camp ; but the able-bodied, capable of larger
duties, had vanished up the wild valleys, and
scattered along the flanks of Tacoma, to change
their lowland diet for that of the mountain-
side ; — while the fresh horses I should have had
swam in the verdure of the summit prairies,
the guide I should have had was stuffing by
the handful strawberries, raspberries, blackber-
ries, sallal-berries, and his squaws, with only
furtive tribute to their own maw, were bestow-
ing the same fruits into baskets for provident
drying.
Again what was to be done, for day grew
toward noon, and by to-morrow night I must
be at the Dalles, eighty miles away ? My kind
friends of the mission were discussing whether
the old sacristan could be trusted to know the
trail and bear the fatigues, when Ferdinand rose,
242 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
stepped out of the chorus, to become an actor
in the drama, and thus spoke, self-prompted : —
" Fudnun nika, pasaiooks ; Ferdinand I, blan-
keteer. Siks nika copa Boston tyee; friend I
to Boston chief. Nika nanitch cuitan, closche
yakah klatawah ; I 've seen the horses, they '11
go well enough. Nika kumtux Dalles hooihut,
pe tikky hyack klatawah ; I know the Dalles
trail, and am ready to go at once."
Excellent Ferdinand ! What fine apparition,
what quaint Ariel, doing his spiriting gently,
wooed thee to these yellow sands of Atinam, to
be my deliverer ? Sweet youth, thou slialt have
a back-load of trinkets to carry to thy Miran-
da when we part. Fudnun the blanketeer, let
us go.
My new comrade showed Boston energy. He
drove up the three horses at once. Rest and
bunch-grass at discretion had revived them. A
tough journey was before us, but thus far they
had not failed in the face of worse difficulties
than we were to meet. For a supplement, the
missionaries lent me a mare of theirs, to be
ridden as far as her foal would follow, and left
on the prairie for Ferdinand to pick up on re-
turn. The kindness of these gentlemen went
with me after my departure.
Adieu, therefore, to the good fathers, and
may they be requited in better regions of earth,
KAMAIAKAN. 243
or better than earth, for their hospitality. Adieu
Kamaiakan, prudent and weighty chief! fate
grant thee a coat of fewer patches, a nobler robe
of state. Adieu the old lay brother. Upliutz
and Kpawintz, my merry pair, continue foes
of the rattlesnake, and friends to the blue-shirted
Boston men.
XII.
LIGHTNING AND TORCHLIGHT.
A LITTLE before noon we left the hut of blue
mud, the mission of Atinam. We forded the
shallow river, and Ferdinand cheerily led the
way straight up the steep hill-side. From its
summit I could overlook, for farewell, the paral-
lel ranges, walls of my three valleys of adven-
ture. There were no forests over those vast
arid mounds to narrow the view. Hills of Wee-
nas, hills of Nachchese, valley of Atinam, — I
took my last glance over their large monotony.
I might glance over the landscape, and recall
my crowded life in it, only while the horses
breathed after their climb, and no longer. If
not eighty, certainly sixty miles away over the
mountains is the Columbia, Achilles of rivers.
And, says Ferdinand, " it must be a race all
day with time, all night with time, a close race
with time to-morrow." If uncertainty of success
is a condition of success, we shall win the race.
But no dalliance, no staying to study landscape ;
we must on, steadily as the Princess Parazaide,
LIGHTNING AND TORCHLIGHT. 245
whatever sermons there be in the stones along
our way.
Vast were the hilly sweeps we overcame. Nags
of mine, ye had toil that penultimate day of Au-
gust. But straight from far snow cliflfs came
electric airs, forerunners of the nightly gale.
And the sun, that it might never be deemed
a cruel tyrant, had provided remedies against its
own involuntary despotism, in streams from the
snows of Tacoma, melted not beyond the point
of delicious coolness. Snow crystals married
with sunbeams came gliding down the valleys
on their wedding tour. Down the gorges in
the basalt, and so by pool and plunge, the trans-
figured being, a new element, poured to the peb-
bly reaches below. Whenever we had climbed
the long bulk of a dusty hill-side, dreary with
wild sage, a stunted and abortive tree, the
mean ensign of barrenness, and then descended
the hot, thirsty slopes of a declivity as dreary,
down in the valley always we found the anti-
dote to dust, thirst, and sterility, the precious
boon of water hidden among grass and trees, —
sunshine's gift brought from the snows to cure
the pangs of sunshine. Sparkling draughts of
water were ready in vale after vale. I had
but to stoop from my saddle while Klale drank,
and scoop the bright flow in a leather cup
long dedicated to ^gle, in classic fountains of
historic lands.
246 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
Ferdinand's temptation and test of faithful-
ness befell him before we had gone two leagues
on our way. As the fates threw Shabbiest in
the path of Loolowcan, now Ferdinand's temp-
ter appeared. One watches his man narrowly
at such a moment. Which Janus-face will he
turn ? the one that sees the past, or the oTle
that looks toward the future? Will he be the
bold and true radical, or the slinking conserva-
tive ? The combat, with its Parthian flights and
Pyrrhic victories, is generally more briefly called
life, and its result character.
Thus far I had only the coarse public facts
on Ferdinand as a theme for analysis. When
Mystery takes care that a man shall exist, and
have a few years' career in villany or heroism,
Mystery also takes care to set upon the man's
front a half-decipherable inscription. Fudnun
was attractive, not repulsive, in the traits that
mark character. By physiognomy, I deemed
him a truish man, a goodish fellow, a wiseish
nomad. But how was I to know what educa-
tion had made of him ? what indiscriminate
vengeance he might have in his heart? what
treachery in return for other blanketeers' treach-
ery? The same spirit of our darksome enlight-
enment that makes slavery possible, makes mal-
treatment of Indians certain. Fudnun might
feel himself nominated to punish in me the
wrongs of his race.
LIGHTNING AND TORCHLIGHT. 247
The Indian who was to be Fudnun's Me-
phistophiles was riding seemingly astray and
purposeless across the world, like an Indian.
But when the stranger, coming full tilt through
a bending defile, saw us, it was too late to
skulk. He pulled up his wild black horse, no-
ticed me with a cool Howdydo, and opened fire
upon Fudnun, with gutturals not at all cheer-
ful. Fudnun informed me that the tenor of
the new-comer's oration was like Shabbiest's to
Loolowcan, yesterday.
So, then, big Brownskin on a fiery black mus-
tang, inferior chief with shirt and leggins of
buckskin reddened with clay, sulky si wash of
Skloo's band, armed with gun and knife, — thou
too art inhospitable to the parting guest, — thou
too art unwilling that by the aid of Fudnun,
my friend, I should speed out of the country
toward the Columbia. Now, then, none of this !
Avaunt ! Make tracks !
But he declined to make tracks, and held the
too facile Ferdinand in powwow. I questioned
in my prudent heart whether I should do what
I twitched to do, namely, use the Owhhigh whip
upon this scowling interloper. The wristlet of
otter-fur tightened in my grasp ; I shook the
long lash carelessly about the sturdy legs of
the wiry horse of Brownskin the Tempter, sting-
ing them restive, horse and man. With re-
248 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
vengeful venom of the blackest in his mind,
the copper-headed, snaky beguiler continued his
solicitations, urging Ferdinand, as that excellent
worthy afterwards told me, not merely to desert,
but to aid in a scheme of pillage, and whatever
outrage might precede or follow pillage.
Ferdinand, as I trusted, was proof against
the wily wheedler, though he sputtered poison-
ously in a language I knew not. Ferdinand
at last shook oflf that serpent influence, and
turned toward the trail. Copper-head, baffled,
gave me a glance with a bite in it, and galloped
away, too much enraged to ask more barbarico
for all my valuables as a present.
" Ha, ha ! " chuckled Fudnun, shaking his
head, showing his white teeth, and seeming as
happy as a school-girl with a new conundrum;
" ha, ha ! " chuckled he, as if this were a joke
of the freshest. " Yaka tikky memloose mika
pe capsualla conoway ikta ; he want kill you
and steal all the traps. Halo nika ; not at all I.
Wake kahquah klimmeriwhit Fudnun, — wake
cultus man ocook ; not so is Fudnun a liar, —
no dastard he."
Certainly not, Fudnun the Trusty ! I divined
you rightly, then. Your Janus-face points aright.
You are not a spoilt Indian. I set you in
the scale against Loolowcan the Frowzy, and
once more half believe in honesty of barbarians.
LIGHTNING AND TORCHLIGHT. 249
Having defied temptation, henceforth you are
true.
Fudnun had thus far ridden the mission mare,
while Gubbins pranced bare-back. Now the
foal began to sigh for his native heath, and
shrink from strange, wild scenes. We therefore
stopped, and turned them out into the wide
world. They could wallow in the long sedges
therealong, and drink of the brook. No Indian
of all the country-side would allow his thievish
heart to covet an animal with the mission brand.
Me, or any other intrusive pasaiooks, he might
rob of beast or the burden of beast, but what-
ever belonged to the priests was taboo. And if
mission property could not protect itself, woe be
to the thief when the green, gleaming coat of
the dread inevitable Kamaiakan was seen along
his trail.
Gubbins must again endure a rider more hu-
mane than Loolowcan. Antipodes's packs were
now ridiculously light, as .^sop's bag at the end
of the journey. We could press on fleet over
hiU and dale, on and on, steadily riding as if we
bore tidings of joy, or rode for succor for the
beleaguered of a starving city. On, never flag-
ging, we sped, and drew, as day waned, toward
the wooded mountains. Never a moment we rest-
ed, traversing tenantless wastes, until deep in the
afternoon we came to a large, pure well of ex-
11*
250 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
quisite water, predicted by Ferdinand, wisest of
nomads.
There, in a glade emeralded with richest of
grass, I reposed, elaborating strength for my
night ride. Meanwhile, my horses, with never
a leg the less than when I proved them on the
Macadam of Squally, swallowed green landscape
fast, as if they feared this feast were a mirage,
and the water-sprite would presently roll up
her green drapery and vanish. The horses, with
or without fancies or forethought, mstinctively
made ready for the coming trial.
Sweet are such episodes of travel in the fair
spots of earth. Sweet, though the fare be but
pork toasted on a stick, and hard-tack to which
mustiness has but slightly penetrated. And if
after feast so Spartan, before a night to be sleep-
less, a siesta propose itself, who will refuse ?
Not the wise traveller, to whom sleep or food
never come amiss. By the Fountain of Fudnun
the Jolly, to whom in less busy times life was a
long joke, sleep, or repose not quite losing con-
sciousness, might be permitted. For now my
doubts of winning the race were beheaded by
trenchant intuitions of success, and wriggled
away into the background. Such doubts neces-
sarily forecrawl a man on the march toward any
object ; it is well if he can timely destroy them,
lest they trip up the rider's hopeful ardor.
LIGHTNING AND TORCHLIGHT. 251
Distance, lying in long coils from Wliulge on-
ward, I had nearly trampled to death ; its great
back showed marks of my victorious hoofs ; only
the head reared itself, monstrous and imsubdued.
One more great rampart of mountains must be
stormed, and for this final assault Klale, An-
tipodes, and Gubbins were still taking in such
stuff as courage is made of. Feed on, trusty
trio ; I love the sound of those jaws. It racks
my heart to know that I must still demand
much go-ahead of you. But though an exact-
ing, I have been a merciful master. Ye have
had long grass, to be digested into leaps, short
grass for walking material, and sometimes a
prairie-flower for inspiring a demivolt. I have
whipped you, Antipodes, but have I whaled
you? And now that you have taken your fiU
of grass, long, short, and flowery, let us away,
to climb the great ridges before nightfall.
We came, not long before ■ sunset, to the great
mountain range, — another buttress of the Cas-
cade system. Full against the plain rose a
bulky earthwork. Klickatats on mustangs had
been, ever since Klickatats first learned to ride,
forever assaulting this fortress in elaborate zig-
zags, engineered with skill. And here, for fifteen
hundred feet, we too must climb, driving our
horses before us ; we bending forward, and they
struggling up on tiptoe and consuming energy
far too rapidly.
252 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
The sun was prematurely gone when we
reached the edge of easier slope above this mu-
ral front. Where I should have seen, westward,
the Cascades and Tacoma bright as sunny cloud,
but firmer than cloud, were now no mountains
black with pines, was no Tacoma against the
rose of sunset. A gloomy purple storm lay
over the Cascades, vaster than they. A mass of
thunderous darkness had swept in from ocean,
and now stayed majestic, overlooking the wide
world. Would it retreat with the sun, to do
havoc wherever white sails were strained in
hopeless flight, and whirl the spray from wreck-
ing coral-reefs to the calm lagoons within ? Or
would it take a night of Titanic revelry among
the everlasting hills, toppling crag into chasm,
shaking down avalanches to drown their roar
with roar of louder thunder, tossing great trees
over into the torrents to see their strong death-
struggle in the foam, by the ghastly beauty of
lightning, revealing a spectacle born and dead in
an instant ? Or must it, with no choice of its
own, range with the whirl of the globe, taking
giant pleasure or doing giant ruin as the chances
of Nature offered ? Which of these was to be
the destiny of that purple storm, poised and
lowering over the hidden mountains ? I could
divine its decision, or its obedience, by prophetic
puffs of roasted air, that ever and anon, in a
LIGHTNING AND TORCHLIGHT. 253
sudden calm that had now befallen, smote me,
as if some impish urchin, one of the pages of
^olus, dancing on a piping wind-bag, was look-
ing my way and smiting his breezy cheeks.
Beside that envelope of storm hiding the west
from floor to cope, there was only to be seen,
now softened with dull violet haze, the large,
rude region of my day's gallop, — thirty miles
of surging earth, seamed with frequent valleys
of streams flowing eastward, where scanty belts
of timber grew by the water-side.
When August's sun, the remorseless, is gone,
whether behind the ragged rims of a hurricane
or the crest of a sierra, men and horses revive
in that long shade. Twilight is sweet and re-
storing in itself, and also to an unforeseeing trio
of mustangs, as promising the period when men
encamp and horses are unsaddled. Therefore,
now, although the air was heavy and the light
lurid, we chased along the trail, mounting slowly
ever, and winding on tlu'ough files of pines ; —
vigorously we chased on, as if twilight of eve
were twilight of dawn, and our day but now
begun.
Among the silent pines, deeper into the darken-
ing wood. But the same power that swept dark-
ness forward in a steady growing inundation,
banished also silence. The overcoming storm
was battUng with stillness, and slowly enveloping
254 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
the strife with thicker and thicker pall, such as
hangs over fields trod by the loud agonies of
war.
A far forerunner of the gale struck suddenly
upon the mountain-front, like an early shot of
battle, fired to know the death range. While
the roar of this first blast was passing away, and
the trees were swaying back to stillness, a fugue
of growling winds came following after. The
alarmed whispers from leaf to leaf grew thicker
now, joining to an undertone of delicate wailing
a liquid sound, but sad, like the noise of a water-
fall falling all the hours into a sunless pool where
one lies drowned because his life and soul could
bear life and light no longer. Again, with gush
of blacker darkness, came a throng of blasts
tramping close ; and after them was seeming
calm, — calm only in seeming, and filled with
the same whispers of alarm, the same dreary,
feeble wail, and now with sobs desperate, irre-
pressible.
Fitful bursts of weeping rain were now com-
ing thicker, until control ceased, and the floods
fell with no interval, borne on furiously, dashing
against every upright object as great crushing
wave-walls smite on walls of clifi" by the sea-side.
The surges of wind were mightier than the furi-
ous rain drift, and with their strength and their
roaring came the majesty of thunder, constant
. LIGHTNING AND TORCHLIGHT. 255
as the wind. Long ago, from where the clouds
lay solid on the mountains, great booming
sounds had come, as if these masses rolling over
the summits had struck with muffled crash upon
crags below ; and when those purple glooms
stayed in hesitating poise upon the Cascades,
lightnings were passing in among them, calling
them together for the march, and signalling on
the laggards. Now a great outer continent, a-
belt of storm world, was revolving over earth,
and shaping itself to the region it traversed. In
this storm zone, revealed by the scenic flames of
neighbor lightning, were mountains huger than
any ever heaped by Titanic forces assaulting
heaven from earth. There were sudden clefts,
and ravines with long sweeping flanks, and
chasms where a cloud mountain-side had fallen
in, leaving a precipice all ragged and ruinous,
ready itself to fall. There were plateaus and
surgy sweeps of cloud-land, valleys of gentleness,
dells sweet and placid, passes by toppling crags
from vale to vale, great stairways up to Alpine
levels on high, garden-like Arcadias among hor-
rent heights, realms changefully splendid, — all
revealed by the undulations of broad, rosy light-
ning and lightning's violet hues, where it shone
through their gloom of clouds. These clouds so
black and terrible, hurrying on a night so black
and dreary, were not then terrible and dreary in
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themselves, but only while there was no light to
prove their beauty, — when light gleamed, they
shone transcendent.
Lightning, besides its business of revelation,
had some gymnastic feats of its own to show the
world ; to spring at some great round-topped,
toppling cloud-crag, and down to the valleys be-
neath ; to shoot through tunnels of darkness, and
across chasms, hanging a bending line of light
athwart, like the cable bridges of the Andes.
Lightning was also casting blinding splendors
over the permanent world below the storm.
Wherever the trail bent toward the vantage
edges of the mountain-side, every flash disclosed
magnificent breadth of lonely landscape, and
then the vision was instantly limited to the dense
darkness around, darker to dazzled eyes. But
soon there were no such moments of darkness
nor any silence. Thunder-tone flowed into
thunder-tone, as blasts had thickened to a gale,
and lightning made pervading light, flickering
and unsteady as fevered pulses.
Such was the machinery of this drama, and as
to the actors, I and my party, what of them ?
"Wet were they all, yea, drenched. And why
should not a little biped be drenched ? It is an
honor to the like of him that splendid phenom-
ena should take the trouble to notice him even
with ridicule. And drenching by an August
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thunder-storm is not chilly misery. Nor are
men on a hooihut considering damage to their
integuments. On a hooihut, we wear no tiles
that to-morrow will be pulp; nor coats with
power to shrink and never again be shapely.
Therefore, while the air beat upon us with elec-
tric thrills, and the furious excitements of the
tempest were around us, we dashed along the
narrow thread of the trail between the innumer-
able pines, — dashed along, acting with the might
of the storm, as if we were a part of it, and re-
acting with ardors of our own against its fury.
Ferdinand, wrapped in a white blanket, led
the way ; Antipodes followed as main body ;
Klale and I were the third division of my army.
Flooded lightning showed us our slender path
winding up the illumined vista, and marked
more clearly, in the long, coarse mountain grass,
by rain pools.
For all the ceaselessness of flashes there would
sometimes be moments of utter darkness, when
the eyes closed involuntarily, and the look
blenched, confounded and dazzled by the sudden
gloom. Then the vista would disappear, the
path be blotted out, and Ferdinand, white blan-
keteer, be annulled, so far as vision knew. But
before night could gain power from permanence,
or my guide could lose his last ocular image of
the silver pathway, again flashes went curving
258 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
above us, the floods of light poured forth, and
the forest was betrayed as if clear noon were
master.
The path had now bent inward, away from the
edge of the mountain. Under the roofing pines
we could see no more the stormy pageantry.
The straight black trunks opened before us ; we
were to go on, on, guided by the beautiful ghast-
liness of lightning, fit illumination of terrible
rites in the penetralia of this austere forest.
Very wet neophytes we should arrive in the
presence of whatever antique hierophant there
might be wonder-working within the roofless
sanctuary whither the lightning was leading us.
By this time the grandeurs of the storm were
ended. Madness and pangs died away into sul-
len grief. Passion was over ; tame realities were
coming. There had been a majestic overture
crowded with discordant concords, and there was
nothing left for the opera but dull recitative.
Night became undramatic ; sulky instead of in-
spired ; grizzly instead of splendorous. Solid
■ rain now took the place of atmosphere. While
the storm rampaged, it was adventurous and he-
roic to breast it ; now our journey became an
offensive plod. So long as lightning declared
the path, it was exciting to chase therein ; our
present meaner guide was the sound of our own
splashing in the trail.
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Ferdinand still led on, finding the way by-
instinct. He could see naught, and I could see
not even him in his white toga, except when
some belated flash of the rear-guard turned its
lantern hither and thither, seeking its comrades.
"We kept together by whistling to and fro. Ob-
serve this fact ; for it is said that Indians do not
whistle. Also that they eat no pork. For this
latter reason some have connected them wnth
the Lost Tribes. With regard to the latter
charge, I can speak from a considerable range
of induction. Indians only eat no pork when
they have no pork. Not one to whom I have
offered that viand of low civilization ever re-
fused it, but clutched it with more or less
ardor, proportioned to his state of repletion at
the moment. My facts for induction on whis-
tling among the Red Men are fewer. This one,
however, I present confidently: Fudnun the
Blanketeer whistled tunefully.
Ours was but a faint trail, rarely traversed,
often illegible, even by full daylight, to untrained
eyes, as I learned atierwards. What wonder,
then, that we wandered often, and that the keen-
ness of Fudnun's vision was often tried, as he
peered about and searched by intelligent zigzags
in the darkness of night, under the darkness
of pines, along the matted, muffling grass, for the
slight clew of our progress? What wonder,
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then, that at last we erred totally, and searched
in vain ?
" Halo klap ; no find," said Fudnun the
Trusty, coming back rather disconsolate.
Perforce of the great controls of Nature, we
must submit, and take this night involuntary
rest, quite lost in the forest.
Fudnun unsaddled. The horses could show
no dislike to their fare. The grass was long,
plenteous, and every blade was hung with lubri-
cating rain-drops. Meanwhile, I, groping about,
found some bits of punk and dry fuel in a natu-
ral fireplace hollowed in an ancient pine, one of
the giants. The genius loci here, being of mo-
notonous cast of mind, had given himself totally
to pine culture. I could see nothing, but I had
a serise that immense rough-barked pines were
standing all about, watching my movements, —
what was I doing, grubbing there at the roots
of their big brother ?
I was at work to light a fire. Fire was once
a thing to be kept safe by vestals ; but now we
can do without them ; fire sacred is cared for on
myriads of domestic hearths ; fire profane is in
our pantaloons pocket. One may evoke it in
an instant, as I did now. The tricksy sprite
alighted in my tindery tipsoo, and presently
involved my punk and my chips and all my
larger fiiel, as fast as I could seek it, by the
growing blaze, among the ruins of the forest.
LIGHTNING AND TORCHLIGHT. 261
Fudniin took his supper, and soon was asleep,
coiled in a heap among the saddles. As for me,
I watched and drowsed, squatted before the fire,
mummied in my blankets. Not a position, cer-
tainly, for cheerful reveries. A drizzle, thick as
metaphysics, surrounded me. In its glowing
cavity was my fire, eating its way slowly into
the dead old heart of the tree, baking my face,
but not drying my back. I was fortunately hun-
gry, and hunger is excellent entertainment. A
hungry man has something to think of, and if he
is his own cook, something to do. I frizzled my
pork and toasted my biscuit-chips ; then I ate the
same, and that part of the frolic was over. I
longed for a tin cup of tea, well boiled and bitter,
but it was " water, water everywhere, and not a
drop to drink." I could not concentrate the
drizzle, nor collect the drops from the grass, nor
wring a supply from my wet clothes, — no tea,
then, the best friend of the campaigner. In fact,
as I could not sleep and recruit, and as I was in
rather sorry plight, there was nothing to be done
except to endure despondency and be patient.
Such pauses as this, midway in minor diffi-
culty, are profitable, if patience can but come up
from the rear, and marshal her sister faculties
for steadier future march. In such isolated
halts in a man's life, when the future is not so
certain as to make him disdain the past, he dis-
262 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
covers the lessons there were iu empiric days or
years, of hurry and dash. In the lonely forest,
dark with midnight and storms, where his fire
casts but a gloaming light, — in such a solitude
a man self-dependent will hear the oracles speak
to him if they are to speak. He who would ask
his fate at Delphi goes not along the summer-
blooming plains, nor in among the vine-clad trel-
lises, nor through the groves of olives, gray and
ancient in gentle realms of Arcady. The Del-
phic gorge is stern and wild, and would aiFright
all but one who is resolute to wring a favorable
fate from the cave of prophecy. Poetic visions
do not visit beds of roses, and no good thing or
thought came out of Sybaris.
So there, " lone upon the mountain, the pine-
trees wailing round me," I seemed to hear some
of those great calming words without which life
goes restless, and may not dream of peace. For
early, thoughtful years and eras of ours are sad-
dened and bewildered by the sting of evil, others'
and our own ; poisonous bigotries grapple with
faith from its cradle ; we are driven along the
gantlet of selfishness; love, the surest test of
nobleness, seems the most hopeless test, discover-
ing only the ignoble ; we dwell among comrades
of chance, not choice, and cannot find our allies,
know not any other law of growth than the un-
reflecting stir about us. So instinctive faith dies,
LIGHTNING AND TORCHLIGHT. 263
and because without faith the soul dies, we must
seek it, and perhaps wander for it as far and not
hopefully, — wander perhaps as far as to the for-
ests of Tacoma.
As I sat by my fire, thinking over the wide
world, and feeling that I looked less blindly than
once upon its mysteries, suddenly I was visited
by a brilliant omen.
All at once the darksome forest became start-
lingly full of light. A broad glare descended
through the lowering night, and shed about me
strange, weird lustre. I sprang up, and beheld a
pillar of flame hung on high in the gloom.
An omen quite too simply explicable. I had
kindled my fire in the hollow of a giant dead
trunk. Flame slowly crept up within, burning
itself a way through the dry core, until it gained
the truncated summit, sixty feet aloft, and leaped
outward in a mighty flash. Once escaped, after
its stealthy growth, the fire roared furiously up
this chimney of its own making. The long flame
streamed away from its gigantic torch, lashing,
among the trees and tossing gleams, sparks and
great red flakes into the inner glooms of the
wood. Nobler such an exit for one of the forest
primeval than to rot away and be a century in
slow dying. His brethren around watched som-
brely the funeral pyre of their brother. Their
moaning to the wind mingled with the roar of
his magnificent death-song.
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Trust Nature. None of the thaumaturgists,
strong in magical splendors, ever devised such a
spectacle as this. I had fought my way, a press-
ing devotee, into the inner shrine, unbullied by
the blare of the tempest, and this was the boon
oflfered by Nature to celebrate my initiation.
The fire roared, and there was another roar-
ing. Ferdinand snored roaringly from his coiled
position among the traps. A snore is the ex-
pression of gratitude for sleep, not less genuine
for its unconsciousness. Every breath is a plau-
dit to Morpheus, the burlesqiie of a sigh of joy.
Snoring is to sleep what laughter is to waking.
Fudnun's snore in the solitary woods, among
the great inarticulate facts of nature, was society
and conversation. He seemed to utter amens of
content in long-drawn cadence.
As I could not take my tall torch in hand and
be a path-finder, I patrolled about the woods,
admiring it where it stood, a brilliant beacon.
The blossom of flame still unfolded, unfading,
and as leaf after leaf fell away like the petals
of roses, other petals opened about the uncon-
sumed bud. Firelight gave rich greenness to
the dark pines. Sometimes a higher quiver of
flame would seize an overhanging branch and
sally ofi" gayly ; but the blast soon extinguished
these escapades.
Fire gnaws quicker than the tooth of Time.
LIGHTNING AND TORCHLIGHT. 265
I was sitting, drowsy and cowering, near my fur-
nace, when a warning noise aroused me. A
catastrophe was at hand. Flames grew intenser,
and careered with leaps more frantic, as now,
with a riving uproar, the giant old trunk cut
away at its base, cracked, trembled, swayed, and
fell in sublime ruin. At this strange tumult,
loud and harsh in the dull dead of night, the
horses, affrighted, looked up with the light of the
flame in their eyes, and then dashed off furiously.
Fudnun also was startled. He woke ; he un-
coiled ; he stared ; he grunted ; he recoiled ; he
slept ; he snored.
Mouldering away in cheerless ruin lay the
trunk all along in the dank grass. Its glory had
quenched itself in time, for now, Aurora being
in the sulks, a fusty dawn, the slipshod drudge
of her palace, was come as substitute for the
rosy goddess, to wake the world to malecontent.
Enchantment was perished. My torch, bright
flarer through darkness, became mere kitchen
fuel. Fudnun awoke to snore no more. He
squatted in admass, warming his musty members
after their bedrizzled cramps of the night. Then
we toasted our pork over the embers, completing
the degradation of the pine. It had had its cen-
turies of dignity, while its juniors, lengthening
upward ungainly, envied its fair proportions.
Then the juniors had times of rejoicing within
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their cortex, in their vegetable hearts, when glory
of foliage fell away from their senior's crown,
and larger share of sunlight came to the hungry
youngsters. And now the junior pines were in
high feather that an unsightly monument^of the
past and memento mori was gone, and lay a ver-
tebrated skeleton of white ashes in the glade it
sheltered so fatherly once.
XIII.
THE DALLES. — THEIR LEGEND.
Klale the ardent, Gubbins the punchy, An-
tipodes the lubberly, had not stampeded far in
their panic when the great pine-tree torch fell
crashing through the woods. Fudnun easily
recovered them by the light of dawn, — three
horses well fed and well rested, three sinewy
nags, by no means likely to be scant of breath
through Falstaffian fatness, but yet stanch, and
able to travel the last thirty or forty miles of my
journey before nightfall.
Prayerful for sunrise and sun-born ardors in
that dull dawn were horses and men. Cold is a
bitter foe of courage ; hot blood is the only brave
blood. All five of us, the grazers three, the
snorer one, and the one drowsy* watcher, still
trembled with the penetrating chill of drizzle on
the bleak mountain-top. We might not have
the instinctive cheerfulness, child and nursling
of sunshine, but we soon, by way of substitute,
made an inspiriting discovery, — the trail. Like
many an exit from life's labyrinths, it was hidden
268 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
only for want of searching with more light.
We pounced upon its first faint indications, and
went at such full speed as a night of damp jknd
cramp permitted, with as much tirra lirra in our
matin song of march as might ring through the
vocal pipes of knights-errant carrying colds in
their heads.
" Nika klap ; find um," Fudnun had shouted,
with a triumphant burst of laughter, when he
caught sight of the trail, lurking serpentine in
the grass ; and now, having recovered his reputa-
tion as a path-finder, he would not lose it again.
With single-minded accuracy he kept this one
object in view. He fairly shamed my powers
of observation by his quick, unerring glance.
Shrewd detective, he was never at fault wher-
ever that eluding path dodged artfully, and be-
came but a shattered clew of escape. If ever
the hooihut disappeared totally, like a rivulet
sinking under ground, Fudnun, as if he bore a
witch-hazel divining-rod, made straight for the
spot of its reappearance. Sometimes for a mile
there would be no visible way, and I, seeing my
guide still galloping on confidently under the
pines, over the dry brown carpet of their fallen
leaves, would call him, and say, —
" Halo mitlite hooihut ; here 's no -trail."
" Nawitka, closche nika nanitch ; yes, I see it
well," Fudnun would reply, pointing where a
THE DALLES. — THEIR LEGEND. 269
root had been scraped by a hoof, or a tuft of moss
kicked up, or the brown pine-leaves trodden to a
yellower tint ; and presently, in softer ground, the
path would again declare itself distinctly, like a
pleasant association reawakening in moments of
tenderness. Thus we hastened on through the
open pine woods, gaining distance merely. We
fled on between tedious ranks of yellow pines,
with a raw wind chasing us and growing icier, as
we rode out upon the bare, shelterless slopes of
the lower regions.
And by and by, as the trail disentangled itself
from forest and mountain, lo, in houseless wilds,
a house ! an architectural log cabin.
" Whose house, Fudnun ? What outpost sentry-
box of Boston camps to come ? "«
It is the house of Skloo, Telamon of the Yaki-
maks, as Owhhigh is their Diomed, the horse-thief,
and Kamaiakan their great-hearted Agamemnon ;
no advanced post of Boston men, but a refuge of
the siwashes, between two fires of pale-faces ad-
vancing westward and eastward.
The cabin was deserted. Skloo and the braves
of Skloo were gone over moor and fell, gone by
canon and prairie, gone after salmon, grasshop-
pers, berries, kamas, — after all Indian luxuries
and wants, including pillage of pasaiooks and
foes of their own color, when to be had without
peril. The cabin of Telamon Skloo stood, lonely
270 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
and deserted, in a spot where the world looked
large, and yellow prairies rushed out of the
forest, billowing broadly southward, toward the
desolate ranges, walls of the Columbia. As well,
perhaps, that Skloo was an absentee and his house
shut ; Skloo, with a house on his back and a roof
over his head, would have been totally neutral-
ized as a nomad chief. He would have lost
Skloo the Klickatat rover, with whatever interest
or value he had in that relation, and have been
precipitated to the level of any Snooks in Chris-
tendom, dweller in villa or box.
I did not envy Skloo his stationary property
of house ; certain mobile chattels of his I did
envy him greatly. A band of his horses were
feeding in this spot of the unfenced world. They
did not heed our roadster passage as we draggled
by, much the worse for wearing travel. They
noticed us no more than a wary old grouse no-
tices a gunless man. Aniipodes felt the thought-
less dolt stir again within him ; he forgot how he
had been taught who was his master, and, with
packs flapping like rapid pinions, he bolted, to
join that free cavalcade. Fudnun instantly edu-
cated him severely back into line.
Just then, over a swell of the ripe, yellow
prairie, came at full speed, on a coal-black horse,
a young Indian, with his long hair uncovered stnd
streaming in the wind as he galloped. On he
THE DALLES. — THEIB LEGEND. 271
rode, — a cavalier free and bold, without saddle
or stirrups, whirling his lasso with arm out-
stretched. He made straight for the band of
grazing horses, and the unwarning blast blew
from them toward him, as they stood curiously
watching our slow tramp along the trail. So the
untamed horses of Skloo's prairie did not sniff
or see or hear the new-comer until he was close
upon them and the whiz of his whirling lasso
sang in their ears. Then they tossed their proud
heads, shook their plumage of maiie, and, with a
snort of disgust at their un watchfulness, sprang
into full speed of flight. They bent toward us,
and crossed the trail not a hundred yards before
us. Their pursuer was riding almost parallel
with them. As they dashed by, he flung his
lasso at a noble black, galloping with head elate
and streaming mane and tail.
The loop of the lasso, preserving its circle
with geometrical accuracy, seemed to hang an
instant in the air, waiting for its certain cap-
tive.
Will he be taken ? Must he be enthralled ?
Not so. A glorious escape ! While the loop
of the lasso hung poised, the black had sprung
through it unerringly — straight through its open
circle, — touching it only to spurn with his
hindmost hoof, and then with the excitement
of his success he burst forward, and took the
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lead of all that wild throng, dashing on like the
wind.*
But not at all for this failure and overcast did
the speed of the headlong chaser lessen. He
did not even turn for my applause at the circus-
Hke "act of horsemanship" he had afforded me
in this spacious amphitheatre. His powerful coal-
black horse still sped on fleet as before, close
upon the particolored regiment, and the rider
had his lasso quickly in hand, and coiled for a
fresh cast, mote cautious. Far as we could see
over the undulations of the tawny plain, so beau-
tifully boundless, the herd was stretching on,
rather in joyous escapade than coward flight ;
and just apart from them, their pursuer still
held tireless and inevitable gallop, — his right
arm raised and whirling with imperceptible mo-
tion the lasso, now invisible in the distance.
My good-will was with the dappled herd of
runaways, rather than with the bronze horseman
in chase. The capture of any wild stampeder
would begin or renew his history of maltreat-
ment, as some of them already knew from past
experience, and were flying now with remem-
brance of abuse as well as for the instinct of
freedom. There are no absolutely wild horses
in the Northwest. All the cavalier Indians have
their numerous bands of horses, broken and un-
* See John Brent, a tale by Theodore Winthrop.
THE DALLES. — THEIR LEGEND. 273
broken, and wild enough, following the nomad
movements of the tribe. It is a rough, punchy,
hardy stock, utterly unkempt and untaught, but
capable of taking care of itself, and capable also,
according to the law of barbarism, of producing
chance individuals of size, strength, and beauty.
Bucephalus is the exception ; Rosinante the rule.
Bucephalus is worth a first-class squaw, or pos-
sibly two of those vexatious luxuries of a cheaper
grade. Rosinantes go about five to the squaw.
Papa gets the price ; not as in civilization, where,
when a squaw sells herself for a Bucephalus, a
brougham, and a black coachman, she keeps and
uses the equivalent. And now that I am on
the tariff for squaws, — dry goods buy them in.
Siwashdom as sometimes in Christendom. The
conventional price is expressed in blankets.
Blankets paid to papa, buy: five, a cheap and
unclean article, a drudge ; ten, a tolerable arti-
cle, a cook and basket-maker; twenty, a fine
article of squaw, learned in the kamas-beds,
and with skull flat as a shingle ; fifty, a very su-
perior article, ruddy with vermilion and skilled
in embroidering buckskin with porcupine-quills ;
and one hundred blankets, a princess, with the
beauty and accomplishments of her rank. Moth-
ers in civilization will be pleased to compare
these with their current rates.
Skloo's prairie and the region thereabouts
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274 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
merits tenants more numerous than stray bands
of mustangs. Succulent bunch-grass grows there
in plenty for legions of graminivora to fatten
on, as they take gentle, wholesome exercise
over the hillocks. It was by far the most pro-
pitious country I had seen this side the moun-
tains, and will make a valuable cattle range.
At present, exercise, and not grazing, was the
business of my cattle. We must hold to our
unflagging march for a few hours more. But
prostration after my night watch, and straining
of mind and body for many days, was over-
coming me. I was still wet, cold, and weary,
hardly capable of observation, the most instinc-
tive of healthy human faculties. It was now
eleven o'clock of the thirty-first of August. The
sky began to clear with tumultuous power. Mas-
sive black battalions of cloud came rushing by
from the reserves of storm that still were en-
camped upon the mountain strongholds west-
ward. Every gloomy cloud trailed a blast, chil-
ling as Sarsar, the icy wind of death. Between
these moments of torture, the sun of August
came forth through vistas of blinding white va-
por, and fevered me. I grew suddenly sick with
a despair like death. Fudnun was descending a
slope some distance before me, driving Antipodes
laboriously along. I essayed to shout to him,
but my voice choked with a sneering, fiendish
THE DALLES. — THEIR LEGEND. 275
rattle, as if contempt of my soul at its mean
jailer, my poor failing, dying body. I clutched
vainly at the coil of my lariat by my saddle
horn, and fell senseless.
I slept through a brief death to a blissful
resurrection. Awaking slowly, I doubted at first
whether I were not now released from earthly
trammels, for tireless toil in a life immortal.
First, I perceived that I was conscious ; there-
fore I still was in being. Quickly the tremulous
blood, in every fibre and cell, told me that I was
still an organized being, possessed of members
like those old familiar ones, my agents in win-
ning undying thoughts. Next, my eyes unclosed,
and I saw the fair sky. With my senses new-
born, my first discovery of external facts was
the illimitable heaven, bright with evanescent
wreaths of clouds, white and virginal. Whether,
then, this were a new world where I had
awakened, or the world of my ancient tenancy,
I knew that the well-known laws of beauty
reigned, and I need not here apostatize from
old loves and old faiths. Life went on slowly
reviving, drawing vigor from the air, and action,
the token of life, became a necessity. I stirred
feebly, like a child. The rustle of my first
movement called out a sympathetic stir. An-
other organization in the outer world took note
of me. I felt a warm puff upon my check, and
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the nose of Klale the Trusty bent over me
inquisitively.
The situation was now systematically ex
plained. I was my old self, on the old earth ;
wholly satisfactory, whether desirable or not.
Let us at least know where we stand, — what
are our facts ; then, if there is anything to be
done with ourselves, or made of our facts, we
can make the attempt.
Something toward self-restoration may be done
even by a passive, supine weakling, lying among
bunch-grass, on a solitary prairie, leagues away
from a house, — an unpromising set of circum-
stances. I was at present a very valueless world-
ling. But the world that takes us and mars us
has also to make us again. Unless our breakage
is voluntary, determined, and habitual, we shall
mend. Not behind corpulent bottles, purple,
crimson, and blue, in a shop where there is
a putty-faced youth with a pestle and a redo-
lence of rhubarb, are kept the great agents of
Nature, — our mother, father, — who as mother
gives us life, and as father warns, flogs, cures,
and guides us with severe tenderness. Air,
light, and water are the trinity of simple reme-
dies, not sold in the shops, for making a marred
man new and whole again. These three medi-
cines were liberally provided near my fainting-
fit on the prairie.
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The first thing I had to do, to be changed
from a limp object to a robust man, was only
passive action. I was to breathe and to bask.
And when I had sufficiently suffered the influ-
ence of air and light, Nature's next potent
remedy was awaiting me. I heard the welcome
trickle of water near at hand, — delicious, win-
some sound, hardly less articulate than the tones
of a beloved voice calling me to a presence that
should be refreshment and full renovation. I
could not walk, but I dragged myself along to-
ward the source of sound, Klale following, an
uncontrolled friend.
Sweet water-music guided me to a neighbor
rivulet. It came singing along the bosomy swells
of prairie, fondling its loog, graceful fringes
of grass, curving and returning, that it might
not lose, with too much urgency, the self-
possessed delight of motion along the elastic
softness of its cushioned bed. If there were
anywhere above in this brook's career turmoil
and turbulence, it suffered no worse consequence
than that it must carry along a reminiscence of
riot, quickly soothed, in files of bright bubbles,
with their skulls fuller than they could bear of
microscopic images of all the outer world. Each
bubble was so crowded with reflections from the
zenith, that it must share its bursting sympathy,
and marry with every bubble it overtook and
278 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
touched, until it became so full of fantasies that
it must merrily explode and be resolved into a
drop and a sunbeam.
The countless charm of water, so sweetly shin-
ing forth its quality of refreshment, revived me
even before I could stoop and taste. I sank and
lapped. I bathed away the fever from my brow,
and let the warm, healthy sunshine cherish me.
In eldest days, had I drooped by a Hippocrene
like this, a nymph had surely emerged from
among the ripples and laid her cooling hand
upon me gently, giving me for all my mortal
days a guardian vision of immortality. In
younger time, then, had I perchance been blessed
with healing at the hands of some maiden leech,-
a Una, unerringly errant hither upon a milk-
white palfrey, hither where a knight was sore
bestead. Now, Nature nursed me, and I grew
strong again.
But let us bethink ourselves, Klale, " my trus-
ty frere." We were five ; we are two. Where
are the three? Where is Fudnun, the Incor-
ruptible, the Path-finder, the Merry ? Where
Antipodes ? Where Gubbins ?
Where ? Here ! Here, pelting down the slope,
overjoyed, comes Fudnun, with whinnying nags.
He had advanced sleepily, giving his whole mind
to driving Antipodes, until that reluctant steed,
pretending to grow unhappy that Klale and I
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were missing, bolted to the rear ; whereupon Fud-
nun perceived my absence, and turned to recover
me, dead or alive.
" Nika kulapi ; I wheel about," said he, " halo
nanitch ; see naught. Cultus nika turn tum ;
feeble grows my heart. Pose mika memloose ;
perhaps you dead. Nika mamook stick copa
k'Gubns ; I ply stick on Gubbins," — and he
continued to describe how he had found the spot
of my fall, and my gun lying there, and had
followed my trail through the long grass. Not,
I am sure, with hopes of my scalp and my plunder
without a battle. Fudnun was honest, and, find-
ing me safe, he relieved himself by uproarious
laughter.
There is magnetism in society, even a Fud-
nun's. Strength came quicker to my flaccid
tissues. I thought of my journey's end, not far
off, and toiled up that dread ascent into my sad-
dle. Klale trudged along, and soon perceiving
that I swayed about no more, and, instead of
clinging with both hands to my saddle, sat up-
right and held the bridle, he paced gradually
into his cradling lope.
By the hearty aid of noon, the Cascades
put their shoulders to the clouds, lifted them
and cut them to pieces with their peaks, so that
the wind could come in, like a charge of cavalry,
and annihilate the broken piialanxes. Mount
280 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
Adams J Tacoma the Less, was the first object to
cleave the darkness. I looked westward, and saw
a sunlit mass of white, high up among the black
clouds, and baseless but for them. It would
have seemed itself a cloud, but, while the dark
volumes were heaving and shifting at)out it, this
was permanent. While I looked, the mountain
and the sun became evident victors ; the glooms
fell away, were scattered and scourged into
nothingness, and the snow-peak stood forth ma-
jestic, the sole arbiter of this realm. The yel-
low prairies rolled up where the piny Cascades,
dwarfed by distance, were a dark ridge upon the
horizon, and the overtopping bulk of Tacoma
rose directly from them, a silver mountain from
a golden sea. No tameness of thought is possi-
ble here, even if prairie-land lies dead level for
leagues, when on its edge the untamed forces of
Nature have set up these stately monuments.
More than a hundred miles away on the trans-
continental journey, more than a hundred miles
away on the sea, these noble isolated snow-peaks
are to a traveller memorials of the land he has
left, or beacons, firmer than a pillar of cloud,
of a land whither he goes.
Again I thought of the influence of this most
impressive scenery upon its future pupils among
men. The shape of the world has controlled or
guided men's growth ; the look of the world has
THE DALLES. — THEIR LEGEND. 281
hardly yet begun to have its effect upon spiritual
progress. Multitudes of agents have always been
at work to poison and dwarf poets and artists in
those inspiring regions of earth where nature
means they shall grow as naturally as water-lilies
by a lake, or palms above the thicks of tropic
woods. Civilized mankind has never yet had a
fresh chance of developing itself under grand
and stirring influences so large as in the North-
west.
" Yah wah, enetee," said Fudnun, pointing to
a great surging hill a thousand feet high, " mit-
lite skookoom tsuk, k'Lumby tsuk ; there, across,
is the mighty water, Columbia River."
One more charge vip this Titanic bastion, and I
could fairly shout. Victory ! and Time beaten in
the race by a length ! Up, then, my squad of
cavalry. Clamber up the grassy slope, Klale
the untiring. Stumble forward, k'Gubns, on
thy last legs. Plod on. Antipodes, in the de-
spairing sulks. If ye are weary, am I not wea-
rier? Have I not died once to-day? Beyond
this mighty earthwork is a waste and desolate
valley ; if I am to perish, let me die on the edge
of appropriate, infernal scenery, such as I know
of beyond that hill. And that great river, brief-
est of the master streams of earth, if it be not
Styx to us, shall be Lethe. Klale, my jolly imp,
k'Gubns, my honest servitor, Antipodes, my
282 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
recalcitrant Caliban, Lethe is at hand. Across
that current an Elysium awaits us, as good an
Elysium as the materials permit, and there what-
ever can be found of asphodel or horse-fodder
shall be your meed, and ye shall repose until ye
start again.
Such a harangue roused the drooping quad-
rupeds. We travelled up the steep, right in the
teeth of hot blasts, baked in the rocky cells of
the valley beyond, and pouring over to meet us
like puffs from deadly batteries upon the summit.
We climbed for a laborious hour, and paused at
last upon the crest.
Behind was the vast, monotonous plain of my
morning's march. Distant behind were the
rude, difl&cult mountains I had crossed so pain-
fully ; and more distant westward were the main
Cascades, with their snow-peaks calm and sol-
emnly radiant. Of all this I was too desperately
worn out to take much appreciative notice. The
scene before me was in closer sympathy with my
mood.
Before me was a region like the Valley of
Death, rugged, bleak, and severe. A tragical
valley, where the fiery forces of Nature, impotent
to attain majestic combination, and build monu-
ments of peace, had fallen into despairs and
ugly warfare. A valley of anarchy, — a confes-
sion that harmony of the elements was hopeless
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here, and that the toil of Nature for cycles work-
ing a world out of chaos, had failed, and achieved
only a relapse uito ruin, drearier than chaos.
Racked and battered crags stood disorderly
over all that rough waste. There were no trees,
nor any masses of vegetation to soften the sever-
ities of the landscape. All was harsh and deso-
late, even with the rich sun of an August after-
noon doing what it might to empurple the
scathed fronts of rock, to gild the ruinous piles
with summer glories, and throw long shadows
veiling dreariness. I looked upon the scene with
the eyes of a sick and weary man, unable to give
that steady thought to mastering its scope and
detail without which any attempt at artistic de-
scription becomes vague generalization.
My heart sank within me as the landscape
compelled me to be gloomy like itself. It was
not the first time I had perused the region under
desolating auspices. In a log barrack I could
just discern far beyond the river, I had that very
summer sufiered from a villain malady, the small-
pox. And now, as then, Nature harmonized dis-
cordantly with my feelings, and even forced her
nobler aspects to grow sternly ominous. Mount
Hood, full before me across the valley, became a
cruel reminder of the unattainable. It was bril-
liantly near, and yet coldly far away, like some
mocking bliss never to be mine, though it might
insult me forever by its scornful presence.
284 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
The Dalles of the Columbia, upon which I was
now looking, must be studied by the Yankee
Dante, whenever he comes, for imagery to con-
struct his Purgatory, if not his Inferno. At
Walla Walah two great rivers, Clark's Fork and
the Snake, drainers of the continent north and
south, unite to form the Columbia. It flows
furiously for a hundred and twenty miles west-
ward. When it reaches the dreary region I was
now studying, where the outlying ridges of the
Cascade chain commence, it finds a great, low
surface paved with enormous poHshed sheets
of basaltic rock. These plates, Gallice dalles^
give the spot its name. Canadian voyageurs in
the Hudson's Bay service had a share in the
nomenclature of Oregon. The great river, a
mile wide not far above, finds but a narrow rift
in this pavement for its passage. The rift gradu-
ally draws its sides closer, and at the spot now
called the Dalles, subdivides into three mere slits
in. the sharp-edged rock. At the highest water
there are other minor channels, but generally
this continental flood is cribbed and compressed
within its three chasms suddenly opening in the
level floor, each chasm hardly wider than a leap
a hunted fiend might take.
In fact, the legend of this infernal spot asserts
a diabolical origin for these channels in the Dalles.
I give this weird and grotesque attempt at ex-
THE DALLES. — THEIR LEGEND. 285
plaining strange facts in Nature, translating it
into more modern form.
THE LEGEND OF THE DALLES.
The world has been long cycles in educating
itself to be a fit abode for men. Man, for his
part, has been long ages in growing upward
through lower grades of being, to become what-
ever he now may be. The globe was once nebu-
lous, was chaotic, was anarchic, and is at last
become somewhat cosmical. Formerly rude and
convulsionary forces were actively at work, to
compel chaos into anarchy and anarchy into
order. The mighty ministries of the elements
warred with each other, each subduing and each
subdued. There were earthquakes, deluges, pri-
meval storms, and furious volcanic outbursts.
In this passionate, uncontrolled period of the
world's history, man was a fiend, a highly un-
civilized, cruel, passionate fiend.
The Northwest was then one of the centres of
volcanic action. The craters of the Cascades
were fire-breathers, fountains of liquid flame,
catapults of red-hot stones. Day was lurid,
night was ghastly with this terrible light. Men
exposed to such dread influences could not be
other than fiends, as they were, and they warred
together cruelly, as the elements were doing.
Where the great plains of the Upper Columbia
286 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
now spread, along the Umatillah, in the lovely
valley of the Grande Ronde, between the walls
of the Grande Coulee, was an enormous inland
sea, filling the vast interior of the continent, and
beating forever against a rampart of hills, to the
east of the desolate plain of the Dalles.
Every winter there were convulsions along the
Cascades, and gushes of lava came from each
fiery Tacoma, to spread new desolation over
desolation, pouring out a melted surface, which,
as it cooled in summer, became a fresh layer of
sheeny, fire-hardened dalles.
Now as the fiends of that epoch and region
had giant power to harm each other, they must
have of course giant weapons of defence. Their
mightiest weapon of ofience and defence was
their tail ; in this they resembled the iguanodons
and other " mud pythons " of that period, but
no animal ever had such force of tail as these
terrible, monster fiend-men who warred together
over all the Northwest.
As ages went on, and the fires of the Cascades
began to accomplish their duty of expanding the
world, earthquakes and eruptions diminished in
virulence. A winter came when there was none.
By and by there was an interval of two years,
then again of three years, without rumble or
shock, without floods of fire or showers of red-
hot stones. Earth seemed to be subsiding into
THE DALLES. — THEIR LEGEND. 287
an era of peace. But the fiends would not take
the hint to be peaceable ; they warred as furi-
ously as ever.
Stoutest in heart and tail of all the hostile
tribes of that scathed region was a wise fiend,
the Devil. He had observed the cessation in
convulsions of Nature, and had begun to think
out its lesson. It was a custom of the fiends, so
soon as the Dalles plain became agreeably cool
after an eruption, to meet there every summer
and have a grand tournament after their fashion.
Then they feasted riotously, ^nd fought again
until they were weary.
Although the eruptions of the Tacomas had
ceased now for three years, as each summer
came round this festival was renewed. The
Devil had absented himself from the last two,
and when, on the third summer after his long
retirement, he reappeared among his race on the
field of tourney, he became an object of respect-
ful attention. Every ]&end knew that against his
strength there was no defence ; he could slay so
long as the fit was on. Yet the idea of combined
resistance to so dread a foe had never hatched
itself in any fiendish head ; and besides, the
Devil, though he was feared, was not especially
hated. He had never won the jealousy of his
peers by rising above them in morality. So
now as he approached, with brave tail vibrating
proudly, all admired and many feared him.
288 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
The Devil drew near, and took the initiative
in war, by making a peace speech.
" Princes, potentates, and powers of tliese in-
fernal realms," said he, " the eruptions and
earthquakes are ceasing. The elements are set-
tling into peacefulness. Can we not learn of
them ? Let us give up war and cannibalism,
and live in milder fiendish ness and growing
love."
Then went up a howl from deviltry. " He
would lull us into crafty peace, that he may kill
and eat safely. D^ath ! death to the traitor ! "
And all the legions of fiends, acting with a
rare unanimity, made straight at their intended
Reformer.
The Devil pursued a Fabian policy, and took
to his heels. If he could divide their forces, he
could conquer in detail. Yet as he ran his
heart was heavy. He was bitterly grieved at
this great failure, his first experience in the
difficulties of Reform. He flagged sadly as he
sped over the Dalles, toward the defiles near the
great inland sea, whose roaring waves he could
hear beating against their bulwark. Could he
but reach some craggy strait among the passes,
he could take position and defy attack.
But the foremost fiends were close upon him.
Without stopping, he smote powerfully upon the
rock with his tail. The pavement yielded to
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that Titanic blow. A chasm opened and went
riving up the valley, piercing through the bul-
wark hills. Down rushed the waters of the
inland sea, churning boulders to dust along
the narrow trough.
The main body of the fiends shrunk back
terror-stricken ; but a battalion of the van sprang
across and made one bound toward the heart-
sick and fainting Devil. He smote again with
his tail, and more strongly. Another vaster cleft
went up and down the valley, with an earth-
quaking roar, and a vaster torrent swept along.
Still the leading fiends were not appalled.
They took the leap without craning. Many fell
short, or were crowded into the roaring gulf,
but enough were left, and those of the chiefest
braves, to martyr their chase in one instant, if
they overtook him. The Devil had just time
enough to tap once more, and with all the vigor
of a despairing tail.
He was safe. A third crevice, twice the
width of the second, split the rocks. This way
and that it went, wavering like lightning east-
ward and westward, riving a deeper cleft in the
mountains that held back the inland sea, riving
a vaster gorge through the majestic chain of the
Cascades, and opening a way for the torrent to
gush oceanward. It was the crack of doom for
the fiends. A few essayed the leap. They fell
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290 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
far short of the stern edge, where the Devil had
sunk panting. They alighted on the water, but
whirlpools tripped them up, tossed them, bowled
them along among floating boulders, until the
buffeted wretches were borne to the broader
calms below, where they sunk. Meanwhile, those
who had not dared the final leap attempted a
backward one, but wanting the impetus of pur-
suit, and shuddering at the fate of their com-
rades, every one of them failed and fell short ;
and they too were swept away, horribly sprawling
in the flood.
As to the fiends who had stopped at the first
crevice, they ran in a body down the river to
look for the mangled remains of their brethren,
and, the undermined bank giving way under their
weight, every fiend of them was carried away
and drowned.
So perished the whole race of fiends.
As to the Devil, he had learnt a still deeper
lesson. His tail also, the ensign of deviltry, was
ii-remediably dislocated by his last life-saving
blow. In fact, it had ceased to be any longer a
needful weapon ! its antagonists were all gone ;
never a tail remained to be brandished at it, in
deadly encounter.
So, after due repose, the Devil sprang lightly
across the chasms he had so successfully engi-
neered, and went home to rear his family thought-
THE DALLES. — THEIR LEGEND. 291
fully. Every year he brought his children down
to the Dalles, and told them the terrible history
of his escape. The fires of the Cascades burned
away ; the inland sea was drained, and its bed
became fair prairie, and still the waters gushed
along the narrow crevices he had opened. He
had, in fact, been the instrument in changing a
vast region from a barren sea into habitable
land.
One great trial, however, remained with him,
and made his life one of grave responsibility.
All his children born before the catastrophe were
cannibal, stiff-tailed fiends. After that great
event, every new-born imp of his was like him-
self in character and person, and wore but a
flaccid tail, the last insignium of ignobility.
Quarrels between these two factions imbittered
his days and impeded civilization. Still it did
advance, and long before his death he saw the
tails disappear forever.
Such is the Legend of the Dalles, — a legend
not without a moral.
So in this summer afternoon I rested awhile ;
looking over the brown desolateness of the valley
where the Devil baffled the fiends, and then
slowly and wearily I wound along down the
enormous hill-side by crumbling paths, and then
292 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
between scarped cliffs of fired rock or shattered
conglomerate down to the desert below. The
Columbia was still two or three cruel miles
away, but at last, turning to the right, away
from the pavement and channels of the Dalles, I
came to the cliffs over the river.
Over against me, across the unfordable whirls
of gray water, still furious after its compression
in the rifts above, was the outermost post of
Occidental civilization. My countrymen were
backing from the Pacific across the continent,
and to protect their advancing rear had estab-
lished a small garrison here at the Dalles. There
were the old log barracks on the terrace a mile
from the river. My very hospital, where I had
suffered, and received the kindliest care, and
where to my fevered dreams had come visions
of Indians, antic, frantic, corybantic, circling
about me with hatchets because I had brought
the deadly pest into their tribe, — that log cabin,
vacated by its occupant, the officer in command,
that I might be well lodged through my illness,
was still there among the rough, yellow pines,
unaltered by one embrowning summer. There
was the sutler's shop near the shore, and,
grouped about it, tents of the first-comers of the
overland emigration, each with its gypsy supper-
fire. Truly an elysium of civilization as elysian
as one could desire, and Mount Hood standing
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nobly in the background, no longer chill and
iinsympathizing. But between me and elysium
flows the Styx, gray and turbulent, and Charon,
where is he ? There are no canoes on this side.
How shall we cross, Fudnun, the Blanketeer ?
" Kloneas ; dunno. Pose mika mamook po ;
suppose you fire a shot," said Fudnun, " pesi-
wash chaco copa canim ; and Indian come with
canoe."
I fired shots, nay, impatient volleys, and very
petty popgun noise it seemed by the loud river
in this broad, rough bit of earth. No one ap-
peared to ferry me, I waved a white blanket.
No one heeded. I fired more shots, more volleys.
It would be farcical, or worse, should we be
forced to stay here " dum defluat amnis," to wait
until this continental current run driblets. Are
we to repeat, with variations, the trials of Tanta-
lus ? No, for I see a figure stirring near a log
on the beach. At this distance I cannot distin-
guish, but I can fancy the figure to be one of the
Frowzy, and the log a canoe. It is so. He
launches, and comes bravely paddling across the
stream. We scuffled down the craggy bank to
meet him. *
" Howdydo ! Howdydo ! " said Olyman Charon,
landing his canoe, and lounging bow-leggedly up
to shake hands. A welcoming howdydo, said I
in return, and for a fitting number of oboli he
294 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
agreed to ferry me and mine in two detachments.
I would cross first with the traps, swimming
Klale ; Fudnun would come afterward with
k'Gubns and Antipodes. I upheld Klale's head
in the bow while Charon paddled and steered
aft. The river proved indeed almost a Styx to
poor Klale. It was a long half-mile of stem-
ming a furious current, and once or twice the
stout-hearted little nag struggled as if his death-
moment had come. But Charon paddled lustily,
and we safely touched the farther shore.
It was sunset of the last of August. I had
won the day, and not merely the day. Across
the tide-ways of Whulge, the Squally prairies, the
wooded flanks and buttresses of Tacoma, by the
Nachchese canon and valley, from traitors on
Weenas, from the Atinam mission, from the
camp of the flaring torch, across Skloo's do-
mains, and at last over the region of the Devil's
race-course here at the Dalles ; — over all these
stages of my route I had hastened, and my speed
was not in vain. I had seen new modes of sav-
age life. I had proved Indian treachery and
Indian friendship. I knew the glory and the
shame of Klalanr and Klickatat. Among many
types of character were some positively distinct
and new ones ; Dooker Yawk, the drunk-
en ; Owhhigh, the magisterial ; Loolowcan, the
frowzy ; Shabbiest, the not ungrateful ; merry
THE DALLES. — THEIR LEGEND. 295
Upliutz, and hero-worshipping Kpawintz ; Ka-
maiakan, the regal and courteous ; Fudnun, the
jocund ; — all these had been in some way inti-
mately associated with my destiny. I had con-
quered time and space by just so little as to
feel a respect for my antagonists, and some sat-
isfaction in myself as victor. My allies in the
contest, my three quadrupeds, had borne them
nobly. I had a serene sense of new and large
experience, and of some qualities in myself
newly tested. Of all my passages of wild life,
this was the most varied and concentrated.
There had been much grandeur of nature, and
vigorous dramatic scenes, crowded into this brief
journey. As a journey, it was complete with a
fortunate catastrophe after the rapidity of its
acts, to prove the plot well conceived. I had
rehearsed my longer march, and was ready to
begin to enact it.
I left Klale to shake himself free of the waters
of his Lethe, and nibble at what he could find of
the promised asphodel, until his comrades came
over, and myself moved about to greet old
friends. My two comrades of the morrow were
in a tent, hard by, playing poker with Pikes of
the emigration, and losing money to the said
crafty Pikes.
So, when the morrow came, I mounted a
fresh horse, and went galloping along on my
206 THE CANOE AND THE SADDLE.
way across the continent. With my comrades,
a pair of frank, hearty, kindly roughs, I rode
over the dry plains of the Upper Columbia, be-
yond the sight of Mount Hood and Tacoma the
less, across John Day's river and the Umatillah,
day after day, through throngs of emigrants with
their flocks and their herds and their little ones,
in great patriarchal caravans, with their white-
roofed wagons strewed over the surging prairie,
like sails on a populous sea, moving away from
the tame levels of Mid-America to regions of
fresher and more dramatic life on the slopes
toward the Western Sea. I climbed the Blue
Mountains, looked over the lovely valley of the
Grande Ronde, wound through the stern defiles
of the Burnt River Mountains, talked with the
great chiefs of the Nez Percys at Fort Bois^e,
dodged treacherous Bannacks along the Snake,
bought salmon, and otter-skins for finery, of the
Shoshonees at the Salmon Falls, shot antelope,
found many oases of refreshing beauty along the
breadth of that desolate region, and so, after
much adventure, and at last deadly sickness, I
came to the watermelon patches of the Great
Salt Lake Valley, and drew recovery thence. I
studied the Utah landscape. Oriental, simple, and
severe. I talked with Brother Brigham, a man
of very considerable power, practical sense, and
administrative ability. I chatted with the buxom
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thirteenth of a boss Mormon, and was not pros-
elyted. And then, m delicious October, I has-
tened on over the South Pass, through the buffalo,
over prairies on fire, quenched at night by the
first snows of autumn. For two months I rode
with days sweet and cloudless, and every night I
bivouacked beneath the splendors of unclouded
stars.
And in all that period while I was so near to
Nature, the great lessons of the wilderness
deepened into my heart day by day, the hedges
of conventionalism withered away from my hori-
zon, and all the pedantries of scholastic thought
perished out of my mind forever.
1.H*
A PARTIAL VOCABULARY
CHINOOK JARGON.
All words in Chinook aie yeiy much aspirated, gutturalized, sputtered,
and swallowed.
Aha, yes.
Ahti or achti, sister.
Ala, I wonder; surprise.
Alki, future, by and by.
Alta, now, present.
Attle, to be pleased.
Ankoti, before ; time past.
Aqaine or aqnatine, belly.
Boston tilicum, American.
Bote, boat.
Callapooja, mean Indian.
Canim, canoe.
Cansu, how many.
Chaco, come.
Chick-chick, wagon, etc.
Chicu or che-chu, new, clean.
Chickamin, iron, etc.
Chil-chil, button.
Chuck, leater, river.
Cli, to cry.
Cloocheman, ux>man.
Closche nanitch, look sharp.
Chxckamon, money.
Cochon, pig, pork.
Copa mitlite pire, to bum.
Copa nika mitlite, it belongs to me,
Cop-su-wallah, steal.
Couway (courez) cooly, run.
Cultus, common, inferior.
Cultus hee-hee, dance.
Cultus tee-hee, play.
Cum-tux, understand, hear.
Dah-blo or derb, devil.
Ding-ding, how.
Dlie, dry.
Drait, straight.
Eh-ee, unde.
Elita, slave.
Euetee, across.
Esik, paddle.
Essil, com.
Gleese, gleach, grease, oil, tar, etc.
Gleese-stick, candle.
Halo, none, nothing.
Haloa mah, another kind.
Hankachim, handkercliief.
Haul, pull.
Haus. sail, tent. .
Ho, let ; an interjection.
Hoel, mouse.
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Hooe-hoo, swop, sell.
Hooihut, road.
Hui, much, many.
Hui-haus, town.
Hyack, quick, make haste.
Hyas, very, greatly.
Ichfat, bear, animal.
Ikta, what things.
Illahee, earth, dust, floor, etc.
Hip or eelip, the first.
Inati, over, across, outside.
Ipsuit, find.
Iscum, take, bring.
Ittle-whilly, fiesh.
Ituel, victuals.
Kah, where.
Kah mika chaco, where do you
come from ?
Kah mika klatawah, where are
you going ?
Kahquah or kapwah, alike, like.
Kah ta mika wah-wah, what did
you say ?
Kaloock, swan.
Kaliaton, lead; k. hyas, balls;
k. tenas, shot.
Kamooks, dog ; mean, poor fellow.
Kanoway, all.
Ka-puet, needle.
Kappo, coal,
Kap-sualla, steal.
Karabine, rifle.
Kata, why.
Katock, year.
Kaw-kaw, crow, raven.
Kaw-heloo, goose.
Kaw-wash, afraid.
Kee-a-wali, love.
Kee-la-pi, tttrn over.
Keelapy, come back, return.
Kiasee or 'sie, how many, much,
Kiccmali, down below.
Kicuali tyee, devil.
Kimtah, back.
Kinny-ki-nick, smoJcitig-weed.
Kinoose, tobacco.
Kitlo, kettling, kettle.
Klatawah, go, walk.
Klaio, black.
Klahyam, klah-hye-am, good by.
Klahya, klah-hyg-gah, how d' ye
do.
Klahana, out.
Klaska, them, those.
Klaxta, who.
Klimmin, little, sofl.
Klipsc, upset.
Kliminwhit, klimink-whit, lie.
Kloneas, don't know ; may be.
Klosche, good.
Klowawah, slow.
Knitan, house.
Knitan-house, stable.
Ko, stop; arrived.
Kock-sheet, break, strike, kill, etc.
Kock-sheet-stick, war-club.
KoU, cold.
Kollo, fence.
KoUaps or k'laps, find.
Komsock, beads.
Konamoxt, both.
Kopa, with, by.
.Kopet, enough, done ; stop, let me
alone.
Kotsuck, middle.
Kowee, tie in, tie up.
Kullu or kuUa, kuUie, bird ofanij
kind.
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301
Kum-tux, know, understand.
Kutl or kulkul, hard.
Kwanasim, alicays.
La bouche, mouth.
La coope, te-cope, white.
La crame, yellow.
La hache, axe.
La lame, oar.
La vest, jacket.
Le bja (la yielle?), old woman.
Le cassette, trunk.
Le con, neck.
Le dents, teeM.
Le langae, tongue.
Le loim, sharp.
liC raolass, molasses.
Lo mouton, sAeep.
Le main, Aanrf.
Le pied, foot,
Le pipe, pipe.
Le plush, boards.
Le polo, pan.
Le pomme, app/e,
Le pois, peas.
Le poshnt, fork.
Le porte, rfoor.
Le poule, fowl.
Le nez, nose.
Le selle, saddle.
Le shabree, plough.
Le tete, Aearf.
Lip-lip, boil.
Lolo, cany.
Lope, ro/>e.
Lum, spirit of any sort.
Mahcook, buy.
Mamook, ux»-k, do.
Man, man. ^
Masatebe, bad.
Masatche man, enemy.
Memloose, die, dead, destroy.
Mesika, ye or you.
Mika, you.
Mitlite, leave, stop; place, set down.
Mi^rait-stick, mast or tree,
Tiloon, month.
Moos-moos, beef, cattle.
Moosum, sleep.
Mowitch, deer.
Muck-a-muck, eat, drink, food.
Musket, gun.
Musket-stone, flint.
Musket tenas, pistol.
Na-wit-kah, yes, indeed.
Nanitch, see.
Neim, name.
Nesika, we, us.
Nika, /.
Nika attle copa mika, I am.
pleased with you.
Nika sia, my love.
Nik-wah, here to me.
Oapcan, basket.
Ocook, this, that.
Oelk, snake.
Oelhin, seal.
Olilly or olalely, berry.
Olo, hungry.
Olyman saolrocks, second-hand,
old clothes.
Opitchure, knife.
Opotche, back (vulgar).
Oree, brother.
Pasaiooks, French, foreigners.
Pat-le, full.
Pe, am/, but.
Pechi, green.
Pel. red.
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VOCABULARY.
Pesispy, blanket.
Pesispy sail, woollen cloth.
Peshooks, thickets.
Petick (■?), world.
Pil-pil, blood.
Piltin, fool, foolish.
Pire, JiJ-e.
Pire-gleese, tallow.
Pire-ship, steamer.
Pire-stone, fint.
Poo, plook, shoot.
Polikely, ni(/ht.
Pose, if, suppose.
Pusse, cat.
Quak-quak, duck.
Quallon, ear.
Qnanisam, always.
Sali-hah-lee, high up, heaven.
Sah-hah-lee-tyee, God.
Sail, cotton cloth, etc.
Samon, fsh.
Sapolel, wheat.
See-ah-hoos, face or a/es.
See-ah-pal, hat, cap.
Shecollon, pantaloons.
Shixe, friend,
Sitcum, half.
Siwash, Indian.
Siyah, pay off.
Skookum, strong, stout; ghost.
Skookum man, warrior.
Snas, rain.
Sonture (ceinture), sash.
Stogeon, sturgeon.
Talipus, ivolf.
Tamala, to-morrow.
Tamanous, guardian spirit.
Tamoluck, barrel.
Tatoosh, milk, cheese, butter.
Tee-ah-nute, leg.
Tee-coop or t'kope (cope), white.
Tee-hee or hee-hee, laugh.
Tenas, infant; t. cloocheman,
girl; t. man, boy ; t. le porte,
window.
Tikky, want, wish.
Tilicum, peo/)/e. •
"Till-till, tired, heavy.
Tin-tin, bell, watch.
Tipsoo, grass, featliers, hair,
beard, wool, etc.
Tipu, ornament.
Tissum, pretty.
Tit-the-co-ep, cut.
T'kope (cope) tilicam, whiteman.
Tocta, doctor.
Tolo, win.
Tumpclo, back.
Tum-tum, heart.
Tyee, chief, master, etc.
Utescut, short.
Uttecut, long.
Wah-wah, taUc.
Wake, no, not.
Wapato, potato.
Weltch, more.
Yack-wah, this way.
Yah-hal, name.
Yah-wah, yonder.
Yaka, him, stie, it.
ISTHMIAN A.
[The following sketch, found among the author's papers
after his death, had not received his revision for the press.
It was not intended for publication in its present form, and
is merely a rapidly-written journal of youthful adventure,
in a part of our country then less explored than at present.]
ISTHMIANA.
THE CEUCES EOAD.
Ardent Californians, after a day of dragging
in the mud and squeezing in the alleys of the
Cruces Road, remember the Isthmus of Panama
only as a geometrical line ; a narrow, difficult,
slippery, dirty path, paved like the bed of an
Alpine torrent, beset with sloughs of despond
and despair, with mosquitoes, tired mules, plun-
dering natives, and bad provender. They follow
this geometrical line on their way to California,
as a pious Mohammedan treads tremblingly the
slender bridge that conducts him to the seventh
heaven, — looking forward, but very little around
him, feeling painfully that the wire is cutting
his feet, and regretting that the grave laws of
his religion have not allowed amateur funambu-
listic practice. To American adventurers, strug-
gling towards their seventh heaven, the Isthmus
seems to concentrate the obstacles of a conti-
nent. In dread of the thousand nameless ter-
306 • ISTHMIANA.
rors of the tropics, they hastea to Panama,
eat one breakfast of eggs in their omelet stage
of existence, and are off up the coast in the
steamer.
From the moment of their arrival at Aspin-
wall an Isthmus fever floats before them tangi-
bly in the air. It hangs a yellow veil before
every object. Their sight is jaundiced. They
hurry over a railroad, laid, as they have been
told, on human sleepers. The rich luxuriance
of the forest along its course, now first opened
to the eye of man, seems only rank, unwhole-
some vegetation. Instead of appreciating the
almost superhuman enterprise that has placed
such a trophy of civilization in the very home
of unchanging repose, they growl because the
prudent trains do not despatch them speedily
enough to the discomforts of the next stage of
their journey. It is nothing strange to them
to be greeted by the whistle of a locomotive
issuing from the depths of a tropical swamp.
Nor strange to pass through an untouched garden
of such magnificent, broad-leaved plants, and such
feathery palms, as they had only seen before,
dwarfed exotics, cherished in warm recesses of
a conservatory. The twisted vines that drape
the stems and swing from the branches of the
massively buttressed trees, are mistaken by their
averted glance for the terrible convolutions of
gigantic serpents.
THE CRUCES ROAD. 307
They embark on the river, are perplexed by
the jabbering confusion of the boatmen, and
again hardly observe the beauty that surrounds
them. The Chagres is a pure type of the trop-
ical stream. Forests, whose dense luxuriance is
only known when you attempt to cut your way
wearily through their mazes, overhang its course.
High hills rise, covered to the summit with enor-
mous trees, disposed in tiers to display the full
effect of their great trunks and spreading foli-
age. Sometimes a grove of crested palms and
cocoanut-trees marks the site of a native vil-
lage. Its thatched bamboo huts have a shabby
picturesqueness among the patches of plantains
and sugar-cane. Near, laughing women are
grouped in the water, washing clothes and tliem-
selves. Soft green savannas open, sprinkled, like
a park, with groves and monarch trees ; under
their shade cattle have taken shelter from the
ardent sun. With constant change of scenes
like these, the river winds along, but our party
are too much preoccupied, too much distracted,
for calm enjoyment.
The naked " bogas " with wild shouts thrust
their canoe powerfully along against the cur-
rent. They stop a moment at shabby Gorgona,
to exchange emptied bottles for full ones. They
pass the perilous whirlpool of La Gallina. Just
at evening they reach the stragglhig village of
308 ISTHinANA.
Cruces. Their luggage falls into the hands of
Philistine porters, wlrom they chase dispersedlj.
Arrived at their flimsy hotel, a hasty structure
of whitewashed boards, the ladies are inducted
into a chamber whose walls are paper, perfo-
rated with peep-holes. The gentlemen have
" steerage accommodations " of board bunks in
a public room. They pass a villanous night,
to dream with dread of the morrow.
The morrow comes with row of mules and
row of muleteers. The ladies of the party, with
regretful remembrances of their last dress-prom-
enade on horseback, are hoisted, califoiirchon,
upon a pack-saddled mule, who, becoming con-
scious of his fair burden, hurries off down the
street, with an inflexible determination to ex-
hibit her at his stable, where his fellows, ex-
pecting a sensation, are already braying their
compliments. At last the stragglers are col-
lected, and, leaving Cruces to its curs, through
a sunlit glade of the tropical forest they enter
upon the unknown perils of the road.
Shall we here draw a veil over their pro-
gress, and exhibit the party only on the next
evening, lounging, in fresh attire, upon Las
Boredas, the Battery of Panama, looking out
upon the beauty of the bay and inspecting the
steamer which awaits them ? Or shall we follow
them through mud-hole and swamp-hole, through
gulley and alley?
THE CRUCES ROAD. 309
The two marked features of the Cruces Road
are its mud-holes and its callejons, or alleys.
Mud-holes need no description here. The two
most profound are " La Sanbujedora " and " La
Ramona." In these I have frequently seen
mules sunk to the neck, while their riders
vainly endeavored to put a " soul under their
ribs of death" by the aid of stout saplings
applied upon and under. The callejons are
narrow passages cut and worn from ten to
twenty feet deep in the soft, friable rock of
the frequent transverse ridges.. They are wide
enough only for a single mule. Long proces-
sions of pack-trains passing in perpetual succes-
sion have marked the path within with regular
footsteps. Dark and cool passages they are, re-
freshing refuges from the glare of noon, over-
hung by the thick forest, draped with delicate
mosses and ferns ; — convenient channels after
the heavy showers of the rainy season, when the
steps are concealed, and your mule flounders
through, crushing your legs ; — nice spots, too,
for an ambuscade. When our party entered the
first, there was determined cocking of six-shooters.
There are brave deeds in unwritten history.
We make a hero of Putnam cantering down
the church steps at Horseneck to escape a leaden
shower ; but till now no chronicler has sung
the praises of our party, mule-galloping down
310 isimnANA.
the dislocated pavement of a Cruces Road hill-
side, vainly seeking shelter from the peltings
of tropical rain-pellets. Down the hill, and
something else is down ; for lady No. 2 is over
head and ears of her mule, while lady No. 1,
■who is in advance, ascending, has preferred to
dismount at the other end of the animal. Mean-
while the mule of gentleman No. 2 has put
the wrong foot foremost in entering a narrow
callejon^ and, trying to right himself, has gone
down like a Polkist on a parquet, carrying his
partner with him. Gentleman No. 1, who has
already entered the callejon, looks back laugh-
ing, but is recalled to his own peril by meeting
a pack-train in the narrowest spot. The mules,
mischievously twinkling their ears, successively
" scrouge " him into the rock ; he escapes with
the loss of left spur, boot, book, bowie-knife, half
pantaloon, and portion of cuticle.
Disgusted with falls backward and falls forward,
with mud, with rain, with revengeful beating of
their mules, with the whole Cruces Road, our
friends are indisposed to admire the luxuriance
of the forest, the noble trees of its open glades,
the gleams of glowing sunlight through its rain-
spangled vine-tracery, the dewy darkness of its
moss-covered rock alleys, the glimpse of a far-
reaching expanse of dark, untrodden woods.
But mule exercise like this is appetizing ;
THE CRUCES ROAD. 311
our party are hungry. They stop at a hut deco-
rated with many bottles, bearing classic names,
and, not waiting to cast a glance of laughing
admiration upon the plantain-fed, cherubic ro-
tundity of the naked urchins, Josd Marco, Jos^
Maria, and Jos^ Manuel, who toddle out, they
ask for something to eat. All the oranges, all
the bananas, all the chickens, all the eggs of the
two first classes, are carried ofi" by previous
passers. There are still a few third-class eggs,
boiling eggs ; but on being brought, these are
found to be impregnated with a perfume not
esteemed in Yankee land, except when public
characters already in bad odor are to be further
anointed. There is nothing edible except a few
rolls of dry-as-dust bread, washed down, perhaps,
by a bottle of ale or beer, the nectar of the
Isthmus, bearing the unfalsified names of "Worthy
Bass, Byass, Muir, Tennent, or Whitbread.
With this momentary refreshment onward goes
our party. Wearily they plunge through the
yellow mud of La Sanbnjedora, and emerge yel-
low ; wearily through the blue-black mud of La
Ramona, and come out blue-black over yel-
low ; wearily through many-tinted muds, each
of which, like a picture-restorer, deposits a new
layer of ugliness upon the original, until the
original has to be scraped like an old pic-
ture to find out the fond. The gentlemen
312 ISTHMIANA.
have long ago thrown away their india-rubber
coats, and the umbrellas of the ladies have left
their last gore upon the briers. In general, the
whole party are fit subjects for a chiffonnier^ if he
would deign to insert his hook into such a mass
of mud.
At last the fresh-flowing waters of the Cardenas
announce their approach to Panama. They wash
away their masks of mud to perceive the ex-
quisite beauty of the tree-embowered ford. Then
by the park-like savannas, which they are too tired
to see, through the gayety of the suburb Caledo-
nia, which they consider very mal-apropos, across
the drawbridge never drawn, under the rusty gate-
way, they enter and bury themselves in the dis-
comforts of Panama.
In the evening perhaps they take the air upon
the Battery, are desorientes by finding the Pacific
lying eastward instead of westward. They think
everything looks very shabby, and totally unlike
the staring newness of a Yankee town. They
sleep in an Americanized caravansary ; are lulled
by the murmur Of returned Californian curses,
that permeates the house ; dream of the alligators
and boa-constrictors they ought to have seen.
Nightmare comes to them in the shape of the
mules they have bestrode. Next morning, wak-
ened by the clinking of the cathedral's cracked
bells, the gentlemen invert their boots to search
THE BAY. 313
for scorpions, and the ladies regret that they have
anticipated mosquitoes, as one would wish to do
strawberries, by three months.
They take boat for the steamer, allow them-
selves to be bullied and cheated by the boatmen
almost as much as strangers in London and
New York are by cabmen. Mutual condolences
and mutual congratulations are exchanged with
the other passengers. Mutual exaggerations of
dangers passed and dangers feared are held up
for mutual admiration.
All are completely unconscious that not a hun-
dred miles from Panama is a most charming
county, a veritable Arcadia.
THE BAY.
The residents of Panama think no more of
the slight fevers of the country, than we do
of a severe cold or influenza. You call to pay
morning compliments to a lady with whom
you have had a passage of arms at the ball of
the evening before, and are told quietly that
she teine calenturas (has the fever), and is not
visible. In a day or two she reappears, un-
dimmed. The fevers of the gentlemen only come
on, like colds at a college, when they have un-
pleasant duties to perform. •
Northern constitutions are more impression-
u
314 isxrooANA.
able. They melt like an iceberg under the
equator. After my second calentura and con-
comitant quinine, my head felt like a prize-
fighter's which has been in chancery. I de-
termined to recruit in a furlough of a fortnight.
A couple of friends were going somewhere up
the Isthmus. I agreed to join them. We were
to take canoe that evening at the turn of the
tide. I hastily tumbled together my traps, and
borrowing a hammock, and trusting to fortune
for want of a friend, was soon ready on the
Playa Grande, near the smooth, broad sands of
the north beach.
A traveller arriving from the Atlantic side of
the Isthmus, with eyes wide open to stare, as
Balboa did, at the Pacific, stares wider when he
finds it at Panama to the east instead of the
west ; and as he sees the sun come up over the
softly-glowing bay, he fancies that Phoebus must
have been making a night of it, the night before,
among the " glorious Apollers," and turned out
of the wrong side of his bed. He is half per-
suaded that, after all the toils of his trans-
Isthmian travel, he has only wandered about as
one does in the labyrinths of a tropical forest,
and has been brought back to the shores of the
tumultuous, keel-vexed, practical Atlantic, instead
of looking out upon the sea that washes the
shores of Inde and Cathay, the ocean of imagina-
THE BAY. 316
tion and hope. So unexpected, also, is the turn
of the coast, that, in order to go north to Cali-
fornia, you must steer almost due south for a
hundred miles. The points of the compass are
as much reversed as social position in the gold-
diggings.
But as ex post facto narratives are doubtless
unconstitutional in Yankee literature, let me
proceed regularly ; and vrhile I am waiting for
the tide to rise its twenty-three feet, and cover
the conchological mud and crustaceous reef of
the Bay, let me speak of the Bay, — this beauti-
ful Bay of the tropics ! How often at night,
awakened by the tap of Marcellino at my door
with the news of a steamer at hand, have I
embarked and hastened out upon the water. It
would be perhaps an hour before day, but still
night, — a night of clear, soft, yet brilliant star-
light ; and there the stars do not glitter with the
steely sharpness of a northern sky, but glow ;
they do not snap out a lively twinkle, but
slowly flicker and sway ; their light grows upon
the eye, as the light of a revolving lighthouse
across a stretch of sea. The cool night-breeze
would be breathing over the water, freshening as
the dawn came on. Wreaths of mist were float-
ing away on the mainland and clinging to the
mountainous points of the bay, where perhaps
too a black rain-cloud lay lowering. For each
316 ISTHMIANA.
climate are its own atmospheric beauties. No-
where but in England and the Low Countries
should you study eflfects of sunlight through
mist and rain-clouds. There is no purple in the
world like the purple of Hym<3ttus. Never but
at a Florentine sunset can you toucli light made
tangible, and grasp it, and bathe in it, and be up-
borne by it. Nowhere else can you see that veil
of palpitating azure that flows down after sunset
to the Lake of Geneva from the summit of the
Jura, the inmost spirit of light making the very
peaks transparent. Tiie snow cones of Oregon
rise against a background of blue unequalled in
depth and brilliancy. In the tropics, and most
exqufisite at Panama, before sunrise and after
sunset there spreads upward from the horizon a
violet flush, full of soft glow, vivid with sup-
pressed light.
It is pleasant to look down upon anything or
anybody ; and the lower one has been, the more
delightful becomes the consciousness of present
elevation. The age of balloons and bird's-eye
views will develop human vanity to an insuffer-
able degree. But some of our pleasures from
looking down have a different origin. A view
like this was only meant to be seen from a cer-
tain height ; it lacks picturesqueness and the
necessary features of foreground scenery ; it is
panoramic in its nature. We will draw it along
THE BAY. 317
slowly before the eyes of the reader, interspersing
the representation with remarks a la Banvard.
Land and water are the chief objects we behold ;
land oscillating and undulating into hills covered
with deep, rich verdure of the tropics, and water
blue and clear, with its waves marked only
by shifting color, that shoots over the smooth-
seeming surface, — the avrjptdfjLou yeXaa/xa of the
ocean. The land is the Isthmus of Panama, a
narrow bank between two worlds of sea, — one
of the obstacles ; the water is the Pacific, the
ocean of material wealth combined with ro-
mance. But though a wild nature still rules
undisturbed over the greater portion of the
scene before us, yet man has thrust his so-called
civilization upon the scene, and that rusty spot
that disturbs the purity of the view is one of his
beauty-destroying abodes. Those shabby, tiled
buildings, those dirty church-spires, and huts
like ant-hills surrounding, are Panama, — while
a suburb more important than the parent city is
represented by a few black spots upon the water,
capacious edifices, that move to and fro with the
surplus population of the town. At present the
small peninsula upon which the town is built is
washed by the tide ; but when it has fallen, an
unsightly reef spreads out on every side, much
blasphemed by people who, under a vertical sun
and with excoriated feet, walk over its worm-
318 ISTHMIANA.
eaten surface. The town is, as we have said,
situated upon a small point which terminates in
the old Cyclopean sea-wall of the town, where
there is a strong bastion, still mounted with some
magnificent bronze guns, and serving after parch-
ing days as a delicious cool evening promenade
for the people. This is Las Bovedas, or the
Battery, which deserves a separate essay, so
largely does it enter into the list of Panama
pleasures and Panama occupations. Away to
the north of the town sweeps in a beautiful cres-
cent a smooth, white sand-beach, terminating in
a wooded, rocky point, that looks back into the
town. A few huts straggle along this, near the
town, sheltered by a grove of cocoanut-trees,
which serve as parasols or umbrellas, and, while
their occasional droppings keep down the super-
abundant infant population, they at the same
time accustom the more warlike to the dangers
of a bombardment. Farther along the beach a
species of tree grows close down upon the sand,
a hedge protecting the land from the sea, but its
verdure is traitorous ; these are the poisonous
manzanilla, the Upas, which our school-boy elo-
quence so much employed. Beyond the wood-
ed point, another cove, though not so perfect
in its form, commences ; and here, overgrown
with trees and weeds, and partially covered with
the quick-forming rock of the country, are the
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scanty ruins that mark the site of old Panama,
the city of that bold, adventurous spirit whose
type was Pizarro, and suggested by the very
sound of his name. Back of this, and between
our view-point and the site of the old town,
spread brqad savannas, carpeted, like a park, with
soft, close-shaven turf; the cattle of a thousand
hills graze quietly over its undisturbed surface,
and, when the sun blazes, can take refuge in some
of the rich groves or close thickets of tropical
shrubbery which are picturesquely scattered over
its surface, or follow the scanty water-courses.
Smooth and carefully kept, like the fair meadows
of an English landscape, appear these natural
grazing-farms ; and respectable enclosed coun-
tries, with their walls and hedges and ditches,
can oJBfer no pleasure like a free gallop, this way
and that, over the plains, when the cool breeze
of evening is flowing down over the hills, and
every breath bears healing. These llanos lead
back to a confused collection of hills, small and
conical, like, as a practical friend remarks, the
mounds of a potato-patch, and thickly wooded
to the top. Their look is as if a sea of land,
tossed into irregular waves by a general irruption
of diverse winds, had been suddenly petrified.
The scene is new and individual.
As the boat made its way to the steamer, the
sun, rising, would bring into view the golden cres-
320 ISTHmANA.
cent of the north beach, with its grove of grace-
ful palms, and ite background of dark, wooded
hills. The solitary tower that marks the site of
old Panama would show itself clearly against the
dense vegetation that has enveloped the once
famous city. The large islands drew^ip boldly
against the bright horizon, and the small were
green resting-places for the eye looking ocean-
ward. The bastions and towers of the town have
grown into a Mediterranean variety of outline,
and the dark cloud that seemed to overhang it
has resolved itself into Ancon Hill. In sharp
contrast to the repose of the landscape is the
scene on the deck of the steamer. The natives
surround her with a flotilla of boats, to make
prisoner every disembarking Californian with his
plunder. These, squalid and brigand-like, hurry
with the recompense of all their toils in view.
Boxes of gold-dust are shoved about as of no
value. Tliere is confusion and objurgation. But
the rising tide warns me that I must defer any
further description of the Bay, and return to
my journey.
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THE BOAT.
The sun had gone down perpendicularly, and,
after the soft, pure, purple twilight, hasty night
was approaching, as a tremulous motion of the
canoe and a gentle plash of the waves warned us
it was time to start. The Padron waked, and, call-
ing his hombre passengers, who poco tiempo came
on board, got his clearance by going ashore in
the still atmosphere, with a candle in his hand,
and buying a bottle of chicha. All men of
Spanish lineage are named Jos6. All the Jos^s
now sprang into the water, and lifted the canoe
from its bed in the mud. Just then a puff of
evening breeze swept down from Ancon Hill
through the rustling palms, and Josds, taken by
surprise, were obliged to swim for it sputter-
ingly, and come on board with Tritonian drip-
pings.
As we glided away, out burst from the other
boats a full chorus of Billingsgate adieu. Span-
ish, the language of devoted tenderness, is like-
wise a medium for the vilest vituperation. Our
crew received and returned assurances of distin-
guished consideration as lavishly as diplomates ;
and as hit or retort told, the quiet bay resounded
with inextinguishable laughter. Gradually all
these sounds died away in the distance. Panama
became the ghost of a city, over which Ancon
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Hill hung darkly brooding. We rustled softly
along in silence, except when another market-
boat, passing, exchanged flying shots or a broad-
side. The Padron was a man of few words ; he
reserved his fire until it would tell, and then
poured in a stunnner, laughing suppressedly
until the canoe shook. Presently my compan-
ion turned in, and I remained with the night.
The canoes that do the coast market trade of
Panama are made mostly in Darien, hollowed
by tool and fire from the trunks of enormous
tropical trees. Ours, a fair type of the class,
was about forty feet long, seven beam, round
bottom, and very little keel ; she consequently
rolled like a hollow log, as she was. She carried
two stumpy masts, with ragged square-sails and
a small foretopsail. This last kept the Padron
in a very uncomfortable state ; but, as one of the
most distinguished mariners of the Bay, he con-
sidered it due to his pre-eminence to carry it as
a broad pennant. Such boats make voyages of
more than one hundred miles up and down the
coast, and bring to Panama pigs, turkeys, chick-
ens, eggs, rice, maize, plantains, pumpkins, yams,
olives, potatoes, candles, cocoanuts, chica, cheese,
&c. They carry a considerable number of na-
tive passengers, going up to sell their own stuff.
Picturesque craft themselves, their arrival makes
the beach near the market-place lively and pic-
THE BOAT. 323
turesqiie as a sea-shore of Claude. When sell-
ing of eggs and oranges becomes the sole business
of a life, it is dignified, and I have seen from the
Panama market-women, classically " demi vetues
de ces plis transparents qui collent aux statues,"
melodramatic action that would have done honor
to Rachel in Lucrdce.
The night was the perfection of a night of the
tropics, softly brilliant. It seemed as if the
glowing sunlight of the day had penetrated the
earth, had been garnered up, and was now dif-
fused through the chastened air, like the tender
memory of a dazzling passion. Consecrate to
love should be such nights ; so I remained idly
dipping my hand in the water as we uncon-
sciously glided along. Presently a circle of fair
forms closed around me, as the nymphs about
Rinaldo in the enchanted grove. Each bore the
scarcely recognized lineaments of some well-
known face. One detached herself from the
throng and laid her hand upon my shoulder. As
she approached, a masculine hardness grew over
her delicate features, the graceful floating of her
sylph-like robe resolved itself into a conventional
attire, a black beard covered the bloom of her
cheeks ; she whispered, " Senor, the boat has no
gunwale ; you will fall overboard if you go to
sleep." " Thank you, Padron," said I, starting
up and looking into the crib where I had seen my
324 ISTHMIANA.
companions disappear, as pigeons into a dove-cot.
We three had .hired the whole cabin ; it was on
deck, about two feet and a half high. My two
comrades, taking comfort while I took romance,
had stowed themselves fore and aft, leaving only
a very narrow space athwartship for me. How
I got into my place is a secret with me and the
manufacturers of india-rubber springs ; and how
I slept, the journals of the guests of Procrustes
will explain. So, then, the earliest of morning
saw me on deck, looking at the new scenes
around me. White sheep are said to eat more
than black ones because there are more of them,
and as sunrise does not enter into the daily ex-
perience of the civilized world, it is generally
conceded to be rather an inferior, sleepy sort of
a display. If I had been under the dominion
of this popular fallacy, this sunrise would have
given a new view of the subject.
Thanks to a fresh night-breeze, we had made
lively progress during my torpidity, and were still
bowling along finely with a shore wind on the
quarter. The fore topsail was still the trial of
the Padron's life. The island-mountain of Ta-
boga was far behind us. Melones, where I had
once vainly brought all my gastronomical knowl-
edge to bear to make my first pelican palatable,
was a mere line upon the horizon. Otoque was
dim to seaward. We lay opposite the lofty, bold
THE BOAT. 325
sierra of the Morro di Chame. Beyond stretched
a yellow line of beach, to be traversed on our
return journey by land. We were perhaps eight
miles from shore ; but in the clearness of the
dawn an exquisite, partially wooded slope was
revealed, Rising gently to the high main ridge of
the Isthmus. There were no stars in the sky,
but the same violet flush, unknown to the cold
North, was spreading upward to the zenith.
There is no temptation for Aurora to dilly-dally
in the tropics. She finds the saffron-bed of
Tithonus too warm in the warm morning. She
will hasten to draw up coolness from the dim
thickets of the swamp-forest, to catch a handful
of fresh snow from the summits of the Cor-
dillera.
Presently up comes a great round glare of a
sun, and the fresh wind, unwilling to become a
sirocco, flees away before him.
Jollity among the natives had awakened with
the dawn. Happy in the bliss of only one gar-
ment and no toilette to make, they had devoted
the time we waste in such employ to the cul-
tivation of their social faculties. Fragments
of jokes and droning songs had come past the
perilous foretopsail, perilous no longer. Now
their jollity was over ; the sun was upon them ;
they baked in silence, or occasionally only splut-
tered a little, like an unwilling oyster roasting.
326 ISTHMIAN A.
Fortunately I was provided with that resource
of a listless traveller, a novel of Alexandre Du-
mas. All that blasting day, as we lay under the
shade of the mainsail, utterly becalmed except
in temper, the boat quivered with my laughter
as I followed the wanderings of " Les Trois Mous-
quetaires."
All that day we lay pinned by the rays of the
vertical sun. We might have supposed that our
canoe had sprouted, like a sea-plant, and sent
downward its long roots to the bottom of the sea.
The Padron had forgotten the foretopsail, and in
a dull slumber let the tiller carry him about at
its wabbling will.
There was no sign of life ; whales, usually so
abundant, refused to come to the surface, lest
their breath, heated to explosion, might not find
speedy enough exit through its escape-pipe ; the
sharks were off, as usual, after the California
steamer ; they have acquired a taste for Yankees.
Occasionally a bird flew past us, panting for the
woods.
What my companions did* all the day I know
not. I have some indistinct recollection of their
frying slices of ham on the palms of their hands,
and I am quite sure that I heard a sound of
boiling as one applied an orange to his highly-
tanned lips.
It is warm on the desert of Sahara ; it is warm
THE BOAT. 327
in the canons of California ; it is warm in the
snows of Alpine passes in August ; it is warm on
the sands of the Great Salt Lake Valley ; it is
warm, very warm at the Newport ball ; a Stras-
burg goose has a warm time, — so did John
Rogers. But if you wish to know what the
word Hot means, — if you wish to experience the
sensation of having every drop of your, blood
baked into brick-dust, — be becalmed in a bungo
in the Bay of Panama.
As for me, the supernatural coolness of my
heroes somewhat assisted me, and I managed to
survive, though I have appreciated much better,
ever since, the curse of Kehama.
With evening freshened the breeze and re- -
commenced our life. The natives, as happy a
set as the coast Indians of North America, eat
their simple fare of plantains and yams with
laugh and joke. They are happy in few want^
The Padron was an excellent specimen of his
race, a fine, honest, clear-eyed fellow, with deli-
cate features. The crew were active, lithe chaps,
well put together, muscular, though without any
of that exaggerated development that marks the
arm of a wood-chopper or the calf of a danseuse.
The character of these Isthmians has been much
belied by travellers. The great rascals of the
Isthmus are mostly foreigners, renegades from
the West Indies and coasts of South America ;
828 ISTHMIANA.
here they find a harvest. The people of a
thoroughfare country undoubtedly always de-
teriorate, and the transit to California has had
a bad effect on the natives. Money is lavished
among them ; they have few artificial wants to
supply, and, having no other way of spending, con-
sequently consume it in riotous living. Person-
ally I have never met with anything but civility,
and even kindness ; their easy dilatoriness must
be treated philosophically. Of course the poco
tiempo style of management does not suit a
Yankee. His interests are all-important to him-
self, and, accustomed to make all obstacles yield,
he is annoyed and exasperated to find that
there are people who, when they have enough
for the moment, are contented. It is not indo-
lence, but sound philosophy, in a cargadore
or an arriero of Panama, knowing that in two
^ays he can earn enough money for a week's
support, to give up work, and take the satisfaction
in life that nature marked out for him. He need
not wait till old age for repose. He has no con-
ventional wants. It is not his place in life to
become a tool of civilization, of a civilization un-
known and uncared for ; he need not spend an
existence in toil that the proletariat of distant
France may eat brown-bread ; that the vine-
dressers of the Rhine may live ; that a certain
number of carpenters and masons may earn two
THE BOAT. 329
dollars a day in building his warehouses and
mansions ; and that squads of the potato-fed may
stretch him a thousand miles of railroad. It is
all very well to say, " Better fifty y^s of Europe
than a cycle of Cathay " ; but to whom is it
better ? To the delicately nurtured, to the
cared-for of fortune, the fruges consumer e natuSy
but not to the ignorant, the forgotten, — no, not
forgotten, — the intentionally crushed peasant,
brutalized beyond barbarism by the selfishness
of systems, of societies, not founded upon the
theory of equal rights to all. Nature i* kind to
all in the tropics.
The night passed very much as the previous
one had done. Profiting by my experience,
however, I managed to bestow myself a little
more conveniently, and the heat had shrunk us
all so that we packed better.
The admirable compensations of JSfature are
nowhere more perfectly perceived than in a
tropical night. The day may have been " re-
morseless," but the night is a kind restorer. It
is not only a change to the senses, not merely a
different temperature, not merely that the crushed
air revives, and the atmospheric particles which
have been bullied by the staring sun into a
shrinking isolation, now awake to sociality and
glad circulation, rushing here and there like
children released. But there is also a spiritual
830 ISTHMIANA.
efifect in the tropical night ; the repose of Nature
speaks peSce to the soul. The dreamy starlight
and still more dreamy moonlight are balm to the
bothered. _
All that night, with a breeze that was " as
mild as it was strong, and as strong as it was
mild," we sailed along, and sunrise next morn-
ing found us off the mouth of the Rive^de Los
Santos, waiting for the tide to take us over
the bar.
• THE EIVEE.
Few rivers die gloriously. This small one of .
ours flowed sluggishly into the sea through a
thicket of mangroves. The roots of these, on
account of the great rise and fall of the water,
were longer than their tops at low tide ; they
seemed like plants on stilts.
Presently we penetrated this thicket, the men
jumping out and hauling the boat through the
mud. Here the banks were a low, rich alluvion,
reeking with swampiness ; but above were noble
trees, and occasionally open spots in the forest
where cattle were feeding, — domestic cattle, look-
ing strangely out of place where was as yet no
sign of human habitation. It has 9, strange and
solemn effect to be initiated thus suddenly into
the very arcana of Nature. You pass the portal,
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THE RIVER. 331
you draw aside the drapery of vines that con-
cealed it, and are at once in the private apart-
ments of Nature ; her» she is no trim, toil§tted
lady, such as we have made her in finished
countries. There is no one here to burn up her
old clothes, and her fresh attire of to-day con-
trasts too carelessly with the heap of cast-off gar-
ments upon which she is standing. The tropical
forest is luxuriant in the extreme, but neglected.
It should be always seen from the bank of a
river ; the constant moisture gives more freshness
to the foreground, while in seeing the forest
from a patli you are perplexed, as Yankee Doodle
is said to have been on his first visit to town, by
an embarras de richesses.
Then here we had life, as well as inanimate
nature. Gay parrots and macaws sent gleams
of green and gold flashing through the vines'
drapery. Monkeys roared and chattered ; there
was a general hum of insect life in the cool
morning. There was a sound like the deep note
of an oboe, as the alligators, with a yawn, plumped
from the banks into the water ; they plumped
like falling cocoanuts in a gale of wind. For a
while, I respected their lazy lolling ; but one lay
showing his white waistcoat so invitingly, that I
could not refrain from taking a shot at thirty
yards with my five-shooter. " Lo pego ! lo pego !
— popped him ! " was the joyous shout oT the
332 ISTHMIANA.
boatmen, as he rolled heavily into tne stream.
I immediately became a hero, and the Padron
vouchsafed to me his Idhrning in the natural
history of the animal. He told me, a fact not
generally known, that alligators never die, but,
when they have attained with age to the due
amount of experience, are translated from the
narrow this life of the river to a higher sphere,
— the broad eternity of the ocean. Hence oc-
casionally the adventurous see their vast bulk
rearing itself up terribly for an instant. This is
satisfactory, as accounting for the sea-serpent.
Bred in the tepid waters of a tropical river, what
a new sensation it must be to our promoted alli-
gator to take his first cold bath, and to swim
along the romantic coast of Norway in the guise
of a Kraken !
It was a tough tug against the coffee-colored
current, rapid as are all tlie Isthmian rivers.
The atldetes of the boat, with glistening skins,
strained powerfully against the stream with set-
ting-poles. We who live in the intemperate
climates of temperate zones are forced to be sar-
torian slaves. A vicious conventionalism does
not allow us to admire the nude, except in mar-
ble. But if deformity of figure must be dis-
guised, why not deformity of face ? Where are
the pgrpetual veils, for the snub-nosed, the pug-
nosed, the blubber-lipped ? Our boatmen worked
away untrammelled by attire.
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The day grew warmer, and the thick shade of
interlacing branches and vines became more
grateful. Sometimes there was only passage by
drawing aside the close foliage, and then, as our
canoe thrust itself along, flocks of birds would
be disturbed, somO' of brilliant, unfamiliar plu-
mage, with pure white herons, and flamingoes,
and macaws screaming like a bad-tempered Nor-
man-French bonne.
At last the masts of a sunken schooner pointed
out the spot of no farther progress. With the
unwilling willingness that marks the end of a
journey, we bade adieu to the canoe.
CHITEfiS.
The Padron offered to go up to the village, and
send down animals to convey our traps. Mean-
time we waited on the bank. It was a forlorn
place, and thickets shut off the view. We found
a little opening of dried mud under a scrubby
oak. Here we consumed an hour and the re-
mainder of our grub, finishing also our last bottle
of Chateau Margaux. I knew it was Chateau
Margaux, because the label said so.
Then I drowsed. It was December. As ex-
treme heat and cold are the same sensation, I
was enjoying the same temperature as my friends
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north of the fortieth parallel. How charming is
sympathy !
Pretty soon our messenger appeared with two
animals. I am intentionally non-committal on
the subject of their race. Their owners called
them " bestias " ; their brands gave no explana-
tion ; perhaps they were lamas. We placed our
luggage on their backs, and walked forward.
Our path soon brought us through the thicket on
the river to a more open country. A thin, fer-
ruginous soil supported a short, scanty herbage.
Groups of shrubbery, with bushes of the fragrant
flowering mimosa were scattered about. As we
advanced, the landscape improved ; we were en-
tering Arcadia. Bright before us, verdant as a
New-England valley in June, spread an emerald
savanna. Its short grass was smooth as the turf
of an English park. Trees of enormous shade
stood in solitary expansiveness, or were grouped
in graceful union. Under their shade the small
but picturesque cattle of the country sheltered
themselves from the ardent sun. Presently we
began to see houses and corrals. These last were
enclosed by stakes of the sidruelo, which, as soon
as they are planted, sprout and grow up twenty
or thirty feet in a single season, bunching at the
top like pollard willows. The long shoots are
trimmed off, and used in building huts, but the
green tree palisade remains. Around these cor-
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rals the prickly pimula, or wild pine-agple, springs
lip, and, when they are neglected, this and larger
plants form an impenetrable thicket. Within is
the softest and most verdant grass ; the cattle
keep a narrow entrance open. When you find
one of these deserted corrals far from any present
settlement, it is like a fairy ring.
The houses were of most simple construction,
— basket-work of withes covered with mud knead-
ed into consistency by means of long rushes. In
the parching heats of the dry season, when every-
thing green is ^one, the cattle straying about find
these rushes very convenient, and pulling away
at them bring the houses down about the ears of
the careless tenants, while often the rains of the
rainy season do the same. Careless because it
requires no heavy outlay of capital or labor to re-
construct. The owner goes to his corral, cuts
down the tops of his fence in sufficient quantity,
or cuts canes in the swamp. He then goes to the
swamp and collects a boat-load of rushes. He
builds a fire, puts on one enormous kettle of rice
to boil and another of chicha, and calls in his
neighbors to a raising-bee. They wattle the
walls, and thatch the roof, and plaster the sides,
all very speedily, and then sit down to a debauch
on boiled rice, plantains, and chicha. Their rev-
elry terminates, as in civilized countries, by a ball
prolonged far into the night.
336 ISTHMIANA.
Near every house is a hanging garden on a
small scale, a bed of earth raised six or seven
feet on poles, for protection from cattle and rep-
tiles, and planted with onions and vegetables.
Occasionally, also, we found plantations of rice
and maize. The latter gives three crops a year.
Troops of pack animals constantly passed us,
laden with enormous hide ceroons, filled with
grain. The scene was pastoral.
Near the village we found a number of people
collected for a raising-bee such as I have de-
scribed, — a junto they would call it. The first
operation was finished, and the house stood, a
great square basket, like a crockery crate. A
kettle four feet in diameter, filled with boiled
rice, stood waiting the time of repose. In honor
of the occasion, the women were freshly dressed
in white, and decked with flowers.
It was now meridian ; the sun came perpen-
dicularly down ; our shadows had sunk into our
boots. Peter Schlemihl would have found fel-
lowship among us. We were rejoiced to arrive
at the Plaza of the village, and take refuge in
the Padron's hut, one of the principal houses
of the town. The Plaza is a small square, sur-
rounded by houses such as I have described, with
tiled roofs extending down to form a porch. The
church is distinguished from the others only by a
cracked bell suspended outside.
CHITRES. 337
The Padron was an excellent fellow, and mer-
ited his good fortune in having a most charming
wife, one of the most exquisite persons I have
ever seen, of delicate features, a pure, dark com-
plexion, brilliant, with a dark flush. Her younger
sister was even more delicate and sylph-like ; I
was tempted to stay and forget civilization in her
society; I am sorry I did not.
They brought us oranges, and sounds of gasp-
ing chickens were heard from the poultry-yard.
We hung our hammocks, and reposed. I have
spoken of the compensations of Nature. Among
these, and foremost, let me not forget the ham-
mock. The hammock to a bed is what flying is
to walking. Here a stratum of cool air sur-
rounded us, and the close packing of the boat
was forgotten.
From my hammock in the porch I could look
out upon the fair landscape Arcadian, over the
exquisitely undulating greensward, unbroken as
far as the eye could reach, except by the scat-
tered huts and their small enclosures. Each of
these was marked by its rich grove of orange-
trees, and its shading, ever-tremulous cocoa-palms.
Cattle, droves of horses, and all the smaller do-
mestic animals, strayed about. Among them
tumbled nude children.
In the heats of the dry season, when all ver-
dure is destroyed, and all the houses that can be
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338 ISTHMIAJSTA.
spared are eaten up, the cattle are driven, as
in cold Switzerland, high up on the sides of the
mountains.
One of the enclosures struck me as having a
more finished air than its neighbors. A cart,
like a degraded omnibus, stood before it. Have
Yankee pedlers penetrated even here ? I rolled
out of my hammock, and approached.
Surrounded by its little grove of trees, was an
octagonal pavilion, not unlike a Dutch summer-
house, — Mon repos, &c., — architecturally con-
structed of wood, and painted green. In front,
guarding the entrance, and frowning perpetually
upon the pigs and chickens, was a colossal wood-
en statue of Napoleon, in typical attire (il avail
son petit chapeau, and all). My astonishment at
meeting an old friend in such a spot must have
been expressed audibly, for from under the shade
of this most gigantic and terrible of Penates ap-
peared the unmistakable nationality of a Gaul.
He invited me in, told me his history, and intro-
duced me to Madame. He was a Bordelais, and
after many vicissitudes had provided himself a
little schooner, and was marketing for Panama
along the coast. This was his country retreat.
His household god had been the figure-head of a
condemned vessel. His omnibus was a specula-
tion, a failure in Panama, for transporting freight
over the savanna to the landing. The whole style
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of the thing was original and inattendu. How
little did I suppose, when I trained my Yankee
tongue to Parisian accents, that I should use
them in the wilds of South America, and pay
compliments to a Bordeaux g-risette, promoted
to a bourgeaise, in the land of the banana and
the cocoa-nut.
The hospitable wife of our hospitable Padron
had meantime prepared us a most acceptable
meal in the cookery school of the country, of
which more anon. In the cool of the afternoon
we walked over to the neighboring town of La
Villa de los Santos, where my companions had
business, and we hoped to find horses for our
farther progress.
Over savannas sprinkled with plantations of
plantain patches, we came to La Villa. Though
only caballeros are respected in Spanish towns,
here strangers were too important to have it
very particularly inquired into how they came.
Some one had arrived ;_it might be easily in-
ferred that the steeds had been left in the
suburbs.
A quiet, convulsive tremor of excitement ran
along the grass-covered streets. Mild-eyed, mel-
ancholy women greeted our Spanish friend, and
the impassive men came out to meet him, and
to hope he brought no news, and that nothing
new had happened. It was evident, without
340 ISTHMIANA.
inquiry, that nothing had or ever would happen
here, except the two great events of life.
The tiled roofs of the houses projected over
the street, and, supported by wooden pillars,
formed an arcade, under which, tilted back in
their hide-seated chairs, sat the natives. All the
interiors consisted of a large room, with high
ceiling, paved floor, and scantily furnished, as is
the manner of the country, with a few chairs, a
hammock, and a table.
The Governor of the Province of Azmero, of
which this is the capital, received us most kindly,
and made us his guests for the night. He was a
progressive, intelligent, gentlemanly fellow, and
felt sadly isolated where he was. B. and I
strolled out to see the town. The church was
filled with the fresh toilettes of the ladies in
the peculiarly graceful attire of the country. It
consists of a skirt of some light-figured or em-
broidered muslin, often made with two or more
flounces. There is no waist nor sleeves ; but a
large cape, of the same or some lighter material,
is thrown over the shoulders, gathered by a rib-
bon about the neck more or less closely, as the
wearer pleases. There is a most graceful ease
and abandon in the attire. As the climate is
warm, the ladies are dScolletSes enough to suit
the most " emancipated " taste, and the row of
bright shoulders, as they all kneel in church, is
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worthy of a full-dress occasion. All had fresh
flowers in their hair. I was charmed then and
the whole evening.
The imbecile old priest insisted upon embrac-
ing the strangers after mass. Padre Agriol was
seventj-five, so he told us. He was snuffy as a
cardinal, and redolent of agua diente. The
church has retained some valuable sifver cande-
labra and ornaments. In general, these have
been all taken or plundered from the churches
of New Granada.
Horses strayed in herds unheeded about the
town, but no one would take the trouble to get
them for us. We spent next day lounging about
La Villa. I, susceptible fellow, was in ecstasies
all the while with the beauty of the ladies, and
accused my English companion of failing in the
true cosmopolitan spirit when he refused to colo-
nize with me.
In the afternoon we started on our return.
When we reached the suburb, down came a
tropical torrent. The roads were impassable.
We impressed a little ragamuffin, who had come
into town on a nag between two hide ceroons,
full of mami apples (at twelve reals per hun-
dred) ; he offered to provide us with horses. A
good-natured man is always the scapegoat. It
was determined that I should mount with him,
and be deposited, and he return with two ani-
342 ISTHMIANA.
mals for the others. I essayed to mount, and,
seizing the saddle, sprung up ; but the saddle
was merely placed on the back of the beast.
The balance of power was no longer preserved.
I was at once deposited sooner than I expected.
I found myself immersed in the pool before the
door, and emerged more or less muddy. After
sympathy, and much rubbing and brushing, a
second attempt was more successful. I mounted,
and, grasping the neck of the animal with my
legs, started. The boy was placed dos a dos
to me, that no requirement of pilotage might
interfere with his proper duties as locomotive
agent. A sound as if of battered bones was
heard ; we were en route. I found our charming
hostess and her sister as kind as before. The
Padron promised us horses early next morning
for our ride to Parita.
PAEITA.
The ride thither was dullish. There must be
prose among the poetry of travel. We have high
authority for thinking that there is happiness
even d'aimer une bete after the tension of an
exciting passion. The quiet and matter-of-fact
among women are charming after the deejtly
intellectual and inquisitive. Our road was up
and down over a dry, uninteresting, partially
PARITA. 343
wooded country. "We crossed one or two coffee-
colored rivers Jflowing between alluvial canal
banks. Flocks of brilliant macaws flew scream-
ing along. Occasionally a deer dashed across our
path. Parita was rustier than any town thus far.
Nothing can be more distinct than the contrast
between these places and those of Yankee land.
Go even into some most retired and insignificant
country village of New England : it will have
its broad avenue, beautifully overshadowed by
drooping elms, with which every respectable and
well-kept old house is shrouded ; its little knot
of lively shops, ys^here farmers have come to sell
butter and buy hoes, the village belles to match
half a yard of ribbon, and flirt with the store-
keeper's " gentlemanly attachSs" and the lawyer,
a legislator in intention, to propitiate the elect-
ors ; every one has a motive ; every one, there-
fore, lives calculat ergo est, as Descartes would
have said. On a high, breezy hill the church
and school-house dominate the town, whose nu-
cleus and type they are. Below, on a level, is
a tall obelisk of brick, consecrate to industry ;
around its base, less incongruously than about
the Washington Monument, are clustered the -
fanes and shrines where a devoted band of priests
and priestesses are perpetually offering their will-
ing oblations to this goddess, protector and pre-
server of the land. A perpetual hum is heard,
344 ISTHMIANA.
not less voiceful to the appreciative than the
chants and clanging cymbals of the Parthenon.
Occasionally, a rush and a roar and a rattle and
a scream and a hurrying locomotive tell that a
scene at once so busy and so beautiful is not
isolated from metropolitan influence. Every-
thing is new, neat, and orderly, — too much so,
you will say, — but not in contrast with the
Spanish town.
There, though the land is of no value, the
main avenue of the village is a mean, narrow,
crooked lane, destitute of picturesqueness, be-
cause it meanders not between green hedges or
noble trees, but is suggested rather than marked
by rusty, decayed hut-houses guiltless of repair
or refreshment. The street is dusty, dry, dull.
Not a soul ventures out except the ill-omened
presence of a rusty, black-robed priest, rejoiced
to be rid of his thankless soliloquy in the church,
itself also a fitting type of the place it has col-
lected around it. A few sad donkeys are eating
up the cocoa-nut-rinds at the foot of the cocoa-
nut-tree in the centre of the square, the only
verdant thing that the ardent sun has spared.
Travellers arrive, not hurriedly arriving, or to
depart, but as if an hour or a day more or less
in a lifetime was not worth the effort of a
thought. A droning sound is heard from the
house where was the fandango last night; one
GRANADA HOSPITALITY, 345
of the musicians, compelled by the force of
inertia, is drumming still upon his sheep-skin
stretched over the top of a hollow log. But a
noise more animating strikes the ear ; two old
women are shrilly slanging each other as only
hag crones can abuse. The stranger is excited.
Will they clapperclaw ? He approaches, and
finds that this stormy warfare is of words alone ;
the two old ladies sit tilted back against the wall,
their countenances are unmoved, the Billings-
gate flows spontaneously from their calm lips.
Whenever I desire stagnation, total, absolute,
and perpetual, I shall seek it in some village of
New Granada !
GRANADA HOSPITALITY.
Hospitality is the virtue of scantily inhabited
countries. When a man can make his own room
his castle at an inn, he ceases to become a social
animal. It is delightful in Oriental regions to be
the guest of the Pacha, and to take your coffee and
your pipe in his serene presence ; but would the
distinguished foreigner arriving at Washington be
pleased were he forced to take his cocktail ^nd
cigar only at the Presidential mansion and in the
Presidential presence ? Infer not from this de-
cay of hospitality, 0 reactionist, O laudator tem-
poris acii, that man has become selfish, that this
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346 ISTHMIANA.
seclusion is from dislike of society. No ; for this
is the great secret of the highest civilization, that
it alone has made the independent development
and perfection of the individual possible ; it is
only in a crowd that you can truly be alone.
The unenlightened draw together like trees in a
copse, and are dwarfed, Tlieir public opinion is
general, minute, Procrustean. Public opinion
enlightened is as simple as the noblest music and
the highest art. It says only, " To thine own
self be true ; thou canst not then be false to any
man." Even in the dense forest of society a man
may find a spot for spontaneous growth, and the
sincere, untrammelled broadening of a character
will always be worthy. Cut off sunlight from
the infant oak, or admit it only through a gap in
foliage, and your tree will be stunted or gro-
tesque. The best education is one that starts
a man in life emancipated from crushing con-
ventionalisms ; and that is a bad system that
sends out machines or oddities, — for oddity
is in social life often only the unhealthy and
distorted action of a vigorous cliaracter, which,
if there had been no attempt at clipping or trim-
mijig, would have been marked, but not singular.
But to return. Though I, as a civilized man,
might not approve of the civility which obliged
me to quit the unquestioned liberty and permitted
sulkiness of my bachelor quarters at my inn for
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the abode of my millionnaire friend, yet it is very
different in a country where there are no inns.
The village of Parita was, as I have hinted in my
last chapter, not marked by the delicate neatness
of its houses. In fact, there was only one struc-
ture meriting the name of house. This was in-
habited by Don Pedro G., the representative of
the district, just elected for a two years' term.
It was easy to persuade ourselves, in reply to his
kind invitation, that we were rather conferring
than receiving a favor in becoming his inmates.
Don Pedro was a cultivated fellow ; and, while
our dinner was preparing, we fell into a literary
chat. He read me some verses from a Bogota
newspaper dedicated to a young lady who had
been his particular star at a picnic to the Falls of
Tequendama.
Presently dinner was announced by a girl
bringing a small silver basin, and a thin linen
towel, embroi'dered at the ends with gay flowers
and birds. Each guest performed his slight ab-
lutions.
The house consisted of one large room, paved
with tiles, rough and unfurnished. Several small
sleeping-apartments opened into it, and the kitch-
en and pig-yard were contiguous. The lad?es of
the family did not appear. Occasionally, how-
ever, we had a glimpse of a slender form, limply
undressed, and a dark, impassive face, " melan-
348 ISTHMIANA.
choly and mild-eyed." The calm indifference
and resignation of all these people is more than
Mahometan. Time is of no value ; life seems of
none. Their answer to a question is Quien sabe,
to a request, Poco tiempo. But no doubt our ac-
tivity and interest seem quite as unnatural to
them. Which is right ?
They may be dilatory and indifferent, but the
dinner, when it came at last, was artistic. Happy
is the man whose nature or cosmopolitan habits
have made him omnivorous and unquestioning.
Our dinner commenced with a thick rice soup,
very nice. Then sancoche, a stew of beef, chick-
en, yam, plantain, and rice, with Chili peppers,
strips of tasajo or jerked beef fried, a dish of
boiled vermicelli, omelet with chopped pork,
boiled ground maize finer than our hominy,
fried and roasted plantain, thick tortilla, cheese,
sweetmeats, and a sort of maize pudding called
tamal. Bordeaux wine was upon the table, and
the dinner ended with coffee. Our breakfast was
nearly the same, except that we had chocolate in-
stead of coffee. Everything was offered with
quiet hospitality and freedom. Dimora V. en su
casa.
My English friend picked up a nag in the
course of the day, for which, under the pressure
of need, he paid forty-five dollars, — and, as he
had brought a saddle, was henceforth indepen-
GRANADA HOSPITALITY. 349
dent. It was not till noon of the next day that we
others succeeded, by the kind aid of Don Pedro,
in hiring " bestias." But I had no saddle, and our
host could not let me depart without a complete
outfit. He rummaged among his stores, and pro-
duced a Galapago, or dilapidated English saddle.
Nothing had sat upon it lately but birds, and it
looked like one of the Chincha Islands. A girth
was soon manufactured of ropes' ends. A neigh-
bor supplied stirrup-leathers and a crupper for
three dimes. We disinterred from a heap of rub-
bish a monstrous pair of wooden Costa Rica stir-
rups, clumsy as sabots. Shabby as the whole
turnout seemed, it not only served me admira-
bly, but I sold it at the end of the journey for
four dollars, which I hereby promise to pay over
to Don Pedro, in champagne or other liquid, when
he comes to see me. The half is more than
the whole. A saddle is sometimes more than a
horse, and in South America, as well as among
the North American Indians, will sometimes buy
two. Fortified by a letter of introduction to
another great proprietor at Santa Maria, four
leagues distant, we started about noon.
We rode again over green savannas, sprinkled
with noble, broad-spreading trees, and with fresh,
verdant circles hedged in a belt of shrubs, and
protected without against all intrusion by a belt
of the prickly pimula, outlying the island like a
350 ISTHMIANA.
coral reef. Wild turkeys whizzed awa,j before us ;
deer bounded away, as I have seen them, on the
prairies of Illinois, fly startled from the whistle
and roar of the intrusive train.
But this was too bright to last. The rainy sea-
son was not over. You have been under the
sheet at Niagara ? Yes. Then you have had a
momentary impression of a rain in the tropics.
My shoulders were protected by a mackintosh,
but my straw hats, — I wore two, one above the
other, not in Rafael Mendoza's style, but on ac-
count of the heat, — my hats were pervious, and
the drops trickled by the way of my spine into my
boots. As we proceeded, we found dry ravines
becoming water-courses, presently torrents, until
at last we were obliged to wait at one swollen
stream du7n defiuat amnis. The rain ceased,
and the brook fell visibly, as it had risen, and we
plunged through. Here a highly respectable old
citizen, Don Ramon G., overtook us, and impart-
ed life even to our apathetic Mexican compan-
ions by informing us that unless we despatched
we should find the river Costal impassable. So it
was hurry-scurry through the mud. But it was
too late ; the Costal was up. We were beginning
to think of a camp in the mud and water, when
Don Ramon's servant, who had been prowling
about, discovered the semblance of a canoe across
tlie stream. He denuded himself and horse, and
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plunged in. We meantime waded to an island,
around a noble tree, and under its imperfect shel-
ter we unpacked our pulpy luggage. Wet is the
most disheartening thing to a traveller ; — to come
into camp at night chilly and cramped ; to spend
a fruitless hour in trying to kindle spongy wood
with flashes of wet powder ; to try to relish a bit
of damp biscuit with raw pork ; to be deprived
even of the consolation of a pipe ; and at last to
spread your wet blankets on the wet ground, and,
yourself wet, to creep between them. However,
sleep comes even thus, and though it is disagree-
able to wake by a louder blast and more pelting
shower, and find that your weight has made a
depression in the ground, and this depression has
become a pond, still dawn comes, and you wake
to the consciousness of misery. Stiff though you
be, cold and breakfastless, you must rouse, and,
painfully packing and saddling, pursue your dis-
consolate way. But the road is reviving, the sun
appears, you are warmed and cheered ; and when
the nooning time comes, with a bright clear sky and
a good fire, and your traps spread out to dry, you
forget the past discomforts. Though I have many
times known nights such as I have described,
fortunately on this occasion nothing of the kind
was in prospect. We were wet, to be sure, and
shivering, with the thermometer at seventy-five
degrees ; but our lively little horses would soon
352 ISTHMIAJIA.
gallop over the savanna to our resting-place, and
the sun was scattering the thick clouds and throw-
ing broad beams of glittering light across the plain.
As we stood waiting on the bank, a noble drove
of the half-wild cattle of the country came by at
full speed, the half-naked drovers shouting and
plunging in among them. They came galloping
down to the bank, tossing their heads in the air.
One moment there was a tumultuous mass of
picturesque cattle, the next only some tossing
heads were seen scattered in the water. With
one grand conwulsion, as Mr. Weller would say,
they struggled up and out upon the opposite
bank, and then, with a snort and a shake, they
scampered like a tempest away through the rain-
dripping glade behind us, the air resounding with
the curses of their drivers.
Meantime our goods had been ferried and our
horses swum across. Everything was in a pulp ;
but when you are once thoroughly in for any-
thing, whether it be issuing spurious stock or a
wetting, you are certain that things cannot be
worse. Don Eamon asked us to make them
better by a little agua diente at his house, only a
mile or so out of the way. Leaving the woods
upon the river we issued upon a vast savanna,
stretching unbroken, save by a few exquisite
islands of thick groves, far to the central sierra
of the Isthmus. The jagged summits cut sharp
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against the brilliant sky of sunset. Over a few
of the highest, white mists floated, snow-like.
At once there came to my mind a sense of famil-
iarity with the landscape. Where had I known
this boundless spread of meadow, where those
clearly defined snow-ridges, cold before the last
glow of twilight ? It was the plain of Lombardy,
and my fog-capped mountains were the Alps.
Don Ramon was the owner of countless thou-
sands of cattle, and they were selling in Panama,
not one hundred miles off, for forty dollars per
head ; but nevertheless the residence of Don
Ramon was little better than a shed, and the
liquor which he called by courtesy Cognac was
very untoothsome af^ua diente. Still it was
spirit, and infused itself into us, tingling through
our chilled veins, and giving us an impulse for
our night ride to Santa Maria. The prairie would
have been a glorious gallop when dry, but now
we plunged wearily through the mud and water,
and strayed about among the devious cattle-
paths. Beating and spurring my tired horse,
and somewhat bored, though calmed, by the dim
evening, now become dark night, and by the
solemn grandeur of the deep blue moiintains
against the sparkling violet of the sky, I was by
no means displeased when the flashes of myriad
fire-flies gave place to the steady gleam of the
village lights.
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Don Marco received our letter, and, with no
great empressement, I thought, gave us shelter.
Perhaps I misjudged him ; the manners of the
people are apathetic, and he profited enougli
by our visit to have felt a thrill of joy at our
approach. We were soon refreshed by hot
coffee and dry clothes, and provided with ham-
mocks and cots. Then Don Marco and our
Spanish companion talked droningly till we were
lulled asleep.
A BESTIA.
I was informed, on credible authority, that
Don Marco had forty thousand dollars in silver
buried about his house. His possessions in cat-
tle straying over the unclaimed prairies were
enormous. He had three or four melancholy
young sons, whom he intended sending to the
United States to be educated. He asked my
advice on the subject. I gave him the best. I
wish I had given him the worst, — the old vil-
lain. He thought he had discovered a coal-
mine. I hope he spent all his money, and found
his coal black stone ; — for he sold me a horse.
He had promised to supply us with horses,
and we had a most plentiful breakfast, in which
a banana omelet figured nobly. Presently ar-
rived our friend Don Ramon, with a servant
A BESTIA. 355
carrying two big bags of plata ($ 2,500), which
he was to pay to Dou Marco for cattle. The
sum was mostly in francs and half-francs.
They were fresh and bright from the mint, the
first issue of Napoleon III. As the half-franc is
current in the country for the real, or eighth of a
dollar, our shilling, it has been profitable to cer-
tain parties to import them largely into the
country, a dodge well understood by omnibus
drivers, and on the Staten Island ferries. Don
Marco and his major-domo seated themselves at
opposite ends of a long table, and, piling up the
sum in the middle, began to count in by four
pieces into calabashes.
A sound of galloping announced the arrival of
our horses, — two for hire to the next stage and
one for sale. And I was to buy him. Shade of
Bucephalus ! what a charger ! He had been,
said our host, the favorite horse of his wife, but
had now been turned out for a year. If so, I do
not wonder that she looked worn and melan-
choly. The animal was a small, crisp, wiry stal-
lion of a vicious yellow-dun color. He looked
like an ill-bred bull-terrier exaggerated into a-
horse. His mane and tail were matted with
briers. He was hung with garrapatas ; at every
attempt to eradicate these, he snorted and jerked
wildly at the hakima or hair-rope which fastened
him. His appearance was unprepossessing in the
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extreme ; but ne was the only thing to be had,
and he looked vicious enough to be hardy and
enduring. 0 Don Marco, who took advantage of
the necessities of a traveller to sell hira a most
villanous beast, may your spirit expiate its crime
in the world to come by riding saddleless and
bridleless battered upon that beast to whom early
in our acquaintance I applied the name of Bungo !
Then, Don Marco, thumped upon his back-bones
when he pounds you in his trot, and bounced, as
a pilot-boat bounces from crest to crest of waves
in a chopping sea, from tail to ears of his skele-
ton as he gallops, may you shuffle, stumble, tum-
ble along to that limbo of unrepentant thieves,
which, if there be any faith in religion, awaits you
to all eternity. Yet more, — may your sons be
sent to the United States ; may they learn every-
thing that young Spaniards generally learn ; may
they go home, and in your lifetime dissipate
your hidden bags of plata ; and may they be
domineered in future by my progeny, inevitable
Yankees. Hector Hippodamos, hear my prayer !
We left Don Marco with a calm sense that
we had been viilanously cheated, for we had
paid enormously for our fare. But I, mounted
upon Bungo, was too much occupied to express
my sentiments of affectionate adieu. Bungo did
not wish to leave his native groves and fields ;
I persuaded him, first gently, with suggestive
A BESTIA. 357
words and shaking of the bridle, then more de-
cidedly with whip taps, and at last with repeated
lunges of my cruel spurs. When he concluded
to go it with a sudden impulse, he did not, how-
ever, succeed in leaving me at that time. I
fought him for five miles, and had him tamed, as
I thought ; but suddenly there came up a shower ;
I pulled out my mackintosh, and, letting go the
bridle for an instant, essayed to pass it over
my head. When I picked myself up from the
mud, Bungo was half a mile on his way home.
Jos^ followed him at full speed, whirling his
lasso, and I was soon remounted.
We passed an immense enclosure of green
meadow, fenced in by a hedge of prickly wild
pine-apple. It must have contained at least a
half-section. Picturesquely grouped over its
graceful undulations, or straying wild over the
surface, were hundreds of horses, the late com-
panions of my steed. Here, as we passed through
the copses, we found numbers of caoutchouc-
trees, with their bright laurel-like leaves and
drops of milk-white sap exuding from chance-
broken twigs. They formerly exported much
india-rubber from this neighborhood, but it was
found that, selling the stuff by weight, they forgot
to take out the stones they had used for a nucleus.
Toward evening, riding hard and steadily, we
emerged upon a vast plain. Before us it swept
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far away toward the horizon ; the eye was lost in
its reach, and in the imagination of a boundless
stretch beyond the horizon. This lake of ver-
dure, only occasionally rippled by the breeze
that chased the declining sun, flowed smoothly
up to the base of the mountains, the main ridge
of the Isthmus. One mass of jagged peaks
marked itself sharply against the sky, its glens
and dells vibrating in a cobalt atmosphere, as
the heat of the day seemed to quiver forth.
This Sierra of 011a is a landmark for a great
distance ; but upon the plain was an isolated
conical hill stretching two long arms away from
the parent range, and enclosing an exquisite bay
of meadow. Everywhere numberless herds of
cattle were grazing, scattered occasionally by a
dashing horseman, who emerged from the mass
dragging a bullock by his lasso skilfully at-
tached to the horns. To the eastward the plain
spread level to the sea, and sometimes the eye
caught a bright gleam, as some adventurous
wave sparkled upward to catch a last smile from
the setting sun. We galloped twelve miles over
this level Llano of Pocri, and at sunset reached
Pocri, a pastoral village.
We dismounted at the house of N.'s friend.
He was off shooting pigeons. In front, a girl was
occupied in strewing corn in a circle, like a fairy
ring, of thirty feet in diameter. Some religious
A BESTIA. 359
ceremony, I thought, and quite in accordance
with the primitive and charming simplicity of
this patriarchal life. Presently she stepped aside,
and opened the gate of a small enclosure. Then
the pigs, not in a greedy tumult, as Americans
at a hotel, but with the calm confidence of a
man who goes to his own well-appomted table,
at his own house, came forth and ranged them-
selves about this magic circle. A verdant sward
was spread over their table. They were chatty
over their banquet, and occasionally some sally of
one of them would rouse a unanimous murmur.
I inferred contentment and general development
of the finer social qualities l)y the remarks they
made, which were quite as intelligible as the
ordinary conversation of similar select circles.
It is worthy of notice that the only meat served
up was pork, but in the varied forms of ham,
shoulder, side, cheek, head, toes, spare-ribs ; in
fact, they went the entire animal. It was a
scene for a Hogarth.
Our friend arrived with a string of pigeons and
a small deer over his shoulder ; he had also seen
and shot at a tiger-cat. We made a jolly supper
and evening of it, and concocted, as appropriate
to the meridian, a wonderful salad, a salad worthy
of Sancho Panza ; then we strung our hammocks
here and there, and slept deliciously in the cool
atmosphere of this subalpine locale.
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We made but a short ride next day to Nat^,
passing along the wooded edge of the same mag-
nificent Llano. The cattle were very fine, gen-
erally of a delicate mouse-color, like those of the
South of Europe. One noble bull occupied in
imperial solitude a beautiful glade of the forest,
his fitting palace. The woods were alive and
resplendent with macaws, parrots, paroquets,
doves, changam^s, and multitudes of unknown
but beautiful birds ; in an opening in the woods
we found a council of turkey-buzzards surroimd-
ing in black deliberation their richly attired sov-
ereign, el Cacique de los Gallinazos, and I had
my first glimpse of the ocellated turkey, the pea-
cock of turkeys. All that ride I fought reso-
lutely with Bungo.
Nata was quite a village. The bells of its
church were hung in a tower, and regularly rung
with ropes, instead of being placed on a frame
and tapped with a stone by the bare-legged sac-
ristan. The priest was a " brick," a very jolly
ecclesiastic of the hedge order. He had tried
marriage, then military life, and preferred his
present state in the Church triumphant with
good reason. He was very sorry that we were
not Christians, but Protestants, and asked if the
priests among us were in his style. He and quite
a party were to go next day, the feast of the
Annunciation, to Penonom^, whither we were
also travelling.
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THE PILGRIMS.
As iisual, our horses were late next morning,
and the priest was off an hour before us. But
our host of Nata, Jos^ Maria del Carmen Lopez,
volunteered to guide us on our way ; and when
he was once on his prancing horse, out of sight
of his wife, he determined very speedily to go
himself to the great funcion at Penonom^. We
had galloped an hour without overtaking the
Padre, when, distant as far as the eye could reach
on the plain, we saw what seemed a moving
mushroom ; it was perfectly black and most imp-
ish in its appearance. This black pent-house
was supported by a slender light-colored stalk
endowed with powers of rapid locomotion, for it
succeeded in keeping pace with a figure which
we should have thought a man on horseback had
it not been provided with a pair of wings flap-
ping freely on the air. It was a couple of miles
before we overtook these strange figures, and only
deciphered them then by keen inspection ; the
figure on horseback was the old sacristan, who,
out of sight of his master, had decorated his own
person with the priestly vestments. The ani-
mated mushroom was his son, a boy of ten years,
trotting along with no clothes on whatever ex-
cept the immense shovel hat of our friend the
Padre, laid aside for a more convenient travelling
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affair. Padre Grimaldo, as he was appropriately
named, had ridden on to a farm-house for some
refreshment, and there we found him in his glory
(i. e. glorious). Here he had joined other scat-
tered parties proceeding to tlie revels, and, pro-
vided with bowls of chiclia, they were taking a
luncheon of queso con dulce, the cheese being
a kind soft and nice, like fromage de Brie, and
the dulce like soft molasses candy. We, Los
Senores Ingleses, were the lions of the occasion,
and added even to the greatness of Padre Gri-
maldo. A guitarist and violinist, with their in-
struments slung at their backs, had joined the
party and gave earnest of future jollity. And a
jolly cavalcade it was of some twenty, scamper-
ing at full speed over the smooth plain, makmg
wide detours to every hacienda for a fresh orange
or another bowl of chicha. We kept up a com-
plete row, especially when some pelting shower
forced a general stampede for the nearest shelter,
or when, fording some of the numerous streams
that crossed our path, friend Poco-tempe, on his
little gray nag, would be nearly submerged.
Great shouting there was for candela, and many
witching exhibitions of horsemanship on the part
of Josd del Carmen. Some Seiioritas joined us,
and only heightened the life of the scene. There
was a full abandon of gayety, inconceivable to the
grave Yankee. We approached nearer the main
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chain of mountains, and, ascending a low plateau,
rode in a body trampling up the main street of
Penonomd, and dismounted at the church in the
Plaza.
Things are managed with such perfect calm-
ness of manner by the people of the country, that
an American supposes nothing is doing ; but in
a surprisingly short time we were inducted into
one of the best houses in the town, whicli, by good
luck, happened to be vacant, a cook hired, our
hammocks slung, and everything made comfort-
able for a sojourn. We dined with the Padre,
and then walked with him about the place, envi-
ously standing by while he was tenderly embraced
by all the pretty girls in the village. However,
" any friend of the Padre " was sure to meet
with a good reception, and we had no reason to
complain. The Padre sat among his reinas a
picture of ecclesiastical content, bestowing kisses
sporadically with a patriarchal simplicity truly
charming. A tapping of stones upon the bells
proclaimed the time for evening service, and he
was compelled to perform other duties, perhaps
less agreeable. We accompanied a detachment
of the young ladies to church. It was a plain
stone structure, like all those of the country, with
a wooden roof, rudely ornamented with painted
panel-work, and supported by tall, slender, wood-
en columns, the altar ornamented with tawdry
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gilding and tinsel, and the choir at the other end
in a gallery not unlike the sentry-boxes at Black-
well's Island. It was crowded with kneeling
worshippers ; and as the Padre, in a slightly crap-
ulous voice, intoned the service, the responses
rose with a solemn murmur. The feeble light
of a few lamps fell most picturesquely upon the
white-veiled and white-robed figures of the women
kneeling, and crouching on the floor back of
them was a circle of men, also all in white. The
effect was most striking. Sometimes the music
of the choir, generally harsh and squeaking, gave
place to the wild and strange melody of the
droning chants of the country.
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Penonomd, from its situation near the moun-
tains, is recognized as head-quarters by the In-
dians of the interior, who, though retaining their
own independent life, and inhabiting their own
pueblos^ come down once or twice a year, on the
great festive occasions of the Church, to confess
and pay their nominal taxes. Their alcaldes are
appointed by the government, and the priests
retain some power over their superstitions ; but
besides this they seem to have little connection
with their Spanish neighbors, except in the barter
of their productions for goods. Manchester has
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penetrated even here, and all the native cotton
fabrics are reproduced so faithfully by English
operatives, and are so much cheaper, that the
domestic manufactures have nearly ceased. The
shawls (rebosos) of the women, of a peculiar and
not ungraceful pattern, are used for veils, as well
as mantillas. These Indians have short, dumpy,
but athletic figures, and clear, dark complexions,
very black, straight hair, shaved short behind and
on the top of the head, hanging in long elf-locks
at the side, with a narrow coronet, or stiff wig,
above the forehead. Their heads are very long
and narrow ; so much so, that I found it impos-
sible to fit myself with a straw hat among the
assortments of native manufacture they had
brought to the fete. The women, like the men,
are short and stout, none handsome, but with
good, trusty faces. In the morning the alcaldes
of all the villages appeared, marching down to
pay their taxes, and be blessed by Padre Gri-
maldo. Much good, no doubt, the latter did
them. These respectable functionaries were
dressed for the occasion in their diplomatic
costume, fossil British navy-coats, with skirts
■worse than those we are now wearing, decorated
with an occasional button, old American militia
uniforms, caricatures originally, as they all are,
and one richly embroidered garment, once the
pride of some French savant when he appeared
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as Membre de VInstitut. A few of them had
hats as outlandish as their costume, and with
several the most essential part of a full-dress
toilet had been altogether omitted, and they
were sans culottes. They were preceded and
followed by a couple of bare-legged mdividuals,
bearing each a long, slender ebony wand, acting
as ushers of the black rod.
Our day passed pleasantly enough. When
you have nothing else to do in the tropics, you
can always eat an orange ; but we were not
reduced to this of necessity. The nearness of
the serrated mountains, with their supporting
ridges sloping off to the plain, gave a grandeur
to the view. We lounged about the village,
chatted with the young ladies, laughed at their
beaux, who were rigged out in antiquated black,
suits, and with queer hats, visited the perpetual
fandangos, where a strumming was kept up va-
ried by an occasional bit of doggerel verse in the
time of the melody. Our approach was a sig-
nal for a fresh burst of an improvisation such as
this : " Here come two noble English gents. Rat-
a-tat rat-a-bump slam bang bumpo. They have
their pockets full of pence. Rat-a-tit-a-tit cling
clang thumpo. They '11 give us some, and we '11
be richer, enough to buy five bowls of chicha.
Yiva, viva los Senores Ingieses, clink-a-clink
rat-a-tat thump-a-dido." The great lion of the
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festivity was the exhibition of fire-works that
evening. Our house was most conveniently
placed for seeing. They were ushered by an
iusane rattling of drums and bells, and number-
less volunteered feux-de-joie on the part of the
boys. The display of rockets, candles, serpents,
&c. was as much as one of our Fourth of July
affairs would have been. The finale was re-
ligious and grand ; from the trefoil window of
the church, supposed to represent Noah's ark, a
fiery dove issued, and, finding no rest for the
sole of its foot on the wire, it ran along, it
returned to the church, and, immediately issu-
ing with a fiery olive-branch in its mouth, ran
forward on another wire to a large lithographed
picture of the Virgin, surrounded by wheels,
candles, and serpents ; it lighted this, and the
whole went off in a blaze of glory, and the
blessed. Virgin was translated to the celestial
regions in a mantle of flame.
Altogether I was delighted with Penonomd
and its funcion. The conventional notions of
morals and manners of the people were different,
perhaps, from my own. Their easy apathy in
delays and difficulties was an example in prac-
tice of the perfect and sublime nonchalance
necessary to the man who will roll through the
world teres atque rotundus, gathering none of
the moss of local prejudice, nor fixing his coun-
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tenance into a stare of gazing wonderment at
new developments of human vanity, such as he
has seen at home. It is charming to discover,
from actual experience, that women are fair and
women are false, that men are wise and men
are fools everywhere ; that there is just as much
hospitality in the heart of a South American,
who makes you free of his banana-patch, or a
Shoshokie Indian, who offers you a cake of
grasshopper paste, or pulls you a handful of
boiled salmon out of his pot, as has your metro-
politan friend at his dinner of canvas-backs and
Clicquot, or his supper of terrapins and toddy.
So I regretted the departure from Penonom^,
(name of melody,) embosomed in cocoa-palms
and visited by fresh breezes from the mountains
in the morning, and from the sea in the evening.
I regretted, too, leaving behind my companions,
who were still to remain some days.
Mr. Jos6 Dimas, the son of our cook, was
induced to accompany me as guide. He was
mounted upon a sorry nag, a nag which soon
lay down in the road. Jos^ had evidently been
prepared for some such event, and had probably
only desired to appear in the village as a cabal-
lero on his travels. He very soon made an
artistic pack of my traps, with thongs of bark,
and led off at a jog-trot, putting Bungo to his
mettle, and obliging me to keep up an alternate
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battery of my spurs. "We travelled for some
hours through a thicket of small shrubs, and at
last, striking another lovely savanna, saw afar a
fair island upon its surface, an island of palms.
Beneath their shade was the little village of An-
ton, now almost deserted for the attractions of
the fete of Penonom^. Deserted too by those
who had not shared in such gayeties, for three
persons had died that day and had been carried
out in the common bier to the common sepulchre
at two shillings a head, — less than I paid for
my dinner ! Indigestions are very common, and
the pleurisy, particularly at this season, carries
off multitudes of these people of little vitality.
While I breakfasted on some capital roasted
plantains, some inky clouds came pouring down
from the mountains ; in a few minutes a small
stream near the village became a broad, deep
river. There was no more travelling that day.
Among the feathery branches of the cocoanut-
trees the smooth green and brown nuts looked
most tempting. It is no easy thing to climb a
stalk as smooth as a liberty-pole of eighty feet,
but a young athlete of the village, stripping and
tying his feet together around the trunk, worked
himself up and stipplied me with occupation in
imbibing milk and scraping the cream.
The night was exquisite ; and in the violet
dawn we found the river just passable. The
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dry, ferruginous soil of the savannas had ab-
sorbed the rain ; its effects were only perceptible
in the brilliancy of tli^ short grass. This savan-
na of Chirie we were now traversing is one of
the most celebrated in the country, and the neigh-
borhood of the mountains affords a refuge for
cattle in the dry season. Over the whole expanse
of the plain, cattle were grouped as buffalo on
our prairies. Enormous herds would rush by,
followed by some wild horseman whirling his
lasso. 0 the glory of a gallop over these plains !
Even Bungo was aroused to some degree of
spirit. How the soul of the solitary traveller
over these boundless lands expands, and goes
leaping over the sweeping undulations ! With
what utter scorn one remembers that his view
was once checked by brick walls built by the
paltry efforts of men ! Why, you might put all
the cities in America within the circuit of my
vision !
We left the savanna and turned off among
high, bare sand-hills. A strange roaring had
been in the air ; I suddenly turned sharp round a
high hill, and there was the great swell of the blue
Pacific bursting upon a glittering beach of sand.
A precipitous range of hills rose jutting above ;
we rode rapidly along, for the rising tide warned
us that the jutting bluffs would soon be impass-
able. I rode for three hours on the smooth,
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hard beach ; the glare was terrible. Never have
I made the sea my own so grandly. The high
shore range shut me totally off from land or the
thought of land. The great crashing surges
came down eternally ; it was with great difficulty,
and some danger of being swept away that we
were able to pass the last projecting points, where
the surf was already dashing violently. Then
we turned off to the little village of San Carlos,
to wait until another fall of tide should allow us
to pass the remainder of the beach at night.
Some large herds of cattle and swine were al-
ready encamped for the same purpose ; as the
darkness came on, their herdsmen surrounded
them with a circle of watch-fifes. The sunset
was grotesquely splendid ; a great pink lizard,
with a short tail, was seen escaping from a mon-
strous vampire, who himself was chased by Mac-
beth's witches.
It was almost midnight before we were able to
pursue our way. The heavy surf was quieted,
and the broad sea lay motionless under the glow
of the stars. The air palpitated with starlight ;
light seemed to be reflected, too, from the sea,
where the images of the stars were broadened by
the shifting surface. We soon overtook the cat-
tle crowded in the narrow space between the
hills and the sea-shore, hurrying along, goaded
by the herdsmen ; as a little larger wave would
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plash more heavily on the sand, the whole black
mass would sway tumultuously away like a crowd
of men in a panic. It was a strange, wild sight
by the dim light. The pigs were in advance ;
long before we saw them we could hear their
multitudinous sound, mingled with the noise of
horns and the shouts of their drivers. They
scuffled along in a black phalanx, as a black mist
on the hill-side. We passed them, and were
soon in the great night again.
Along the white path of the beach we could
not miss our way, but when we reached the for-
est again, we must await the morning. I slung
my hammock under a dense tree, and, wrapping
myself in my poncho, soon closed my eyes to the
stars that twinkled through the branches. Apro-
pos of sleeping under a tree, they tell a story in
Panama of a man who had committed a murder ;
he had escaped pursuit and wandered away into
the recesses of the forest ; when the heat of the
day came on, he lay down under the shade. Here
the vengeance of God overtook him ; the tree
was the poisonous manzanilla, the upas, and he
was found there a swollen and blackened corpse.
I had not long to wait for the dawn. It re-
vealed to me one of the most exquisite spots I
have ever seen. My sheltering tree was in the
middle of an exquisite glade sparkling with dew.
High mountains enclosed it on all sides. To the
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right the Cerro di Chame, whose steep front had
terminated the beach, rose in a verdant slope, its
side sprinkled with huts like Swiss chalets ; on the
other hand, the main ridge of the Isthmus over-
hung, wooded with immense trees up to the foot
of a bold, towering crag. Each little cabin in
this lovely glade had its own group of orange and
cocoa-nut trees, each its own unenclosed space
of the undulating greensward, each its own
view of the massive mountains. Here my jour-
ney culminated ; and when a beautiful Daphne
issued from one of the houses to pluck her dewy
head-dress of oleanders and her refined morning
repast of oranges, my resolution nearly gave
way ; what could civilization offer like this ? On
these noble plains, one pest of the tropics, the
insects that infest the forests, are removed.
Now commenced the real difficulty of the jour-
ney. Our road was a mountain* path over a
succession of rocky ridges, where the rains had
washed away everything except great boulders,
oyer which the unshod feet of Bungo, accus-
tomed only to a carpet of turf, were to clamber.
A broad path was kept clear through the impen-
etrable forest. "Wonderful views opened, from
time to time, over the sea and the islands. This
was a trip of fatigue ; all that was not mud was
big stones. Jos^ Dimas plodded steadily along,
travelling much more rapidly over the stones and
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through the deep mud than my horse could do.
This was the Camerio Real, and, like royalty
in America, it was in decay. I endeavored to
indoctrinate Jos^ with a respect for internal im-
provements, should he ever be a man in power.
About three o'clock I rode into the muddy village
of Capeira, and asked lodging at the best house
I could find. Victor Fernandez, my host, was a
gentleman, and his housekeeper prepared me an
admirable meal of things I sent out to buy. Pan-
thers were very abundant, and Fernandez had
himself offered a bounty on their heads, which
had produced seven.
The next day was a weary one. Evei^ in the
worst spots of the Cruces Road I had never
seen anything to compare with the profound
mud and the slippery stones that my beaten
horse had to pass. I had still maintained that
the hill-side above the entrance of the pass of
Thermopylae was the worst bit of road in the
world, but now I yielded. There were alleys,
too, worn in the clay soil by torrents of rain.
From one, on entering alone, I could extricate
myself only by digging my hands deep in tlie
side and allowing my horse to pass out under
me, while I hung suspended. The rascal, who
had seemed utterly exhausted, tried to escape ;
but fortunately I was behind and Jos6 before in
the alley, and he was again mounted to be again
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belabored. At last all our troubles ended ; the
forest was passed, no more mud, no more stones,
but again a beautiful Llano, with its amphi-
theatre of distant mountains. The Lu Chorrera,
famed for its beautiful girls, received me, and
in the house of the priest, my hammock slung in
the breeze, I saw Bungo limp off, with worn
hoofs and battered knees, to repose upon the
grass. I rested. They gave me a supper in the
style of the country, with a capital dish of rice,
sprinkled with small crabs, and highly seasoned
with ahi.
On the evening of the next day I rode down
to the landing, over a beautiful, undulating
country, and when the tide rose enough to
cover the roots of the mangroves, I embarked
in, not on, a bungo, and by the soft moonlight
was wafted along among small islands, till dawn
and the freshening breeze wafted me back to the
semi- Americanized life of Panama. I had seen
and loved the pastoral life of the tropics, and I
sighed as I looked down upon the bay once
more, though soon my unreal life upon its
shores was to terminate. And without regret I
returned from the dreamy Pacific to the restless,
burdened waves of the Atlantic Sea.
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