Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Shawnee Indians -- Juvenile fiction
The fish were first opened and exposed to the sun on the scaffolds.
There they remained until perfectly dry, when they were pulverized by
pounding between stones, and then were placed in a large basket, made of
grass and rushes and lined with the skin of a salmon that had been
stretched and dried for the purpose. The fish were pressed down as hard
as possible and the top covered with fish skins, which were tied by
cords passing over the top. Thus prepared the baskets were placed in a
dry place, wrapped up with mats, secured again by cords, and once more
covered with mats. Salmon thus preserved will keep sweet for several
years. Immense quantities were bartered to the Indians below the falls,
whence they found their way to the mouth of the Columbia, where they
were sold to white visitors.
George and Victor Shelton heard so many reports of the Falls of the
Columbia that their expectations were at a high point, but the reality
was less than they anticipated. Their height is less than fifty feet in
a distance of nearly three-fourths of a mile. The first fall was passed
by means of a portage a quarter of a mile in extent, for this fall has a
perpendicular height of twenty feet. During the floods in early spring
the waters below the falls rise nearly to a level with those above, and
the salmon pass up the river in inconceivable numbers.
Deerfoot and Mul-tal-la watched with some anxiety their approach to the
second fall, of which their Indian friends had warned them. They first
observed a smooth basin, at whose extremity on the right bank rose an
enormous black rock which seemed to extend wholly across the river.
Since, however, the stream must have a channel, this, of course, was
impossible. A loud roaring came from the left, where the current ran
more swiftly. Climbing to the top of the rock it was seen that the river
was compressed into a channel a little more than a hundred feet wide, in
which the water swirled and eddied so furiously that the boys were sure
it was impossible to steer the canoe through the wild battle of
whirlpool and rapids. [Illustration: In the Rapids.]
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