"And this is doubtless why they are in touch With Nature's noblemen neath other skies; And though of books they may not know as much Their wisdom lasts, as Nature never lies. "And trusting God and His unerring plan As only altruistic natures could Their faith extended to their fellow man, The image of the Author of all good. "Since Nature here has done her best to please By making everything in beauty's mold, Loads down with balm of flowers every breeze, And runs her rivers over reefs of gold, "It seems but natural that men who yearn For native skies, and visit scenes of yore, Are seldom satisfied till they return To roam the Gardens of the Gods once more! "And since they fell in love with nature here How fitting they should wish to fall asleep Where sparkling mountain spires soar and spear The stainless azure of the upper deep. "And yet we're saddened when the papers say Another pioneer has passed away! And memory recalls when first, forsooth, We saw him in the glorious flush of youth. "How plain the simple truth when seen appears, No wonder that faded leaves we fall! This is the winter of the pioneers That blows a wreath of wrinkles to us all! "A few more mounds for faltering feet to seek, When, somewhere in this lovely sunset-land Like some weird, wintry, weather-beaten peak Some rare old Roman all alone will stand. "But not for long, for ere the rosy dawn Of many golden days has come and gone, Our pine-embowered bells will shout to every shore 'Pacific's Pioneers are now no more!' "But lovely still the glorious stars will glow And glitter in God's upper deep like pearls And mountains too will wear their robes of snow Just as they did when we were boys and girls. "Ah well, it may be best, and is, no doubt, As death is quite as natural as birth And since no storms can blow the sweet stars out, Why should one wish to always stay on earth? "Especially as God can never change, And man's the object of His constant care And though beyond the Pleiades we range His boundless love and mercy must be there." CHAPTER X. FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS. Sealth or "Old Seattle," a peaceable son of the forest, was of a line of chieftains, his father, Schweabe, or Schweahub, a chief before him of the Suquampsh tribe inhabiting a portion of the west shore of Puget Sound, his mother, a Duwampsh of Elliott Bay, whose name was Wood-sho-lit-sa.