One day, after vainly endeavoring to catch enough fish for dinner, a very beautiful Indian woman suddenly appeared before them. When she merely looked into the water, fish and turtles came out upon the sand and lay at her feet. She pointed to the east and west, and all kinds of birds and beasts were at once before her. Ca-ba-ba, the elder son, who was to be Chief of the tribe when the Tadi went to the “Happy Hunting Ground,” conceived the idea of making this young woman his wife, feeling assured that at least a good living was in store for him through this arrangement. Divining his thoughts (which did not meet with her approval, as it is supposed she was already enamored of Bu-tah-so,) she declared, in consequence of his selfish motives, he should never be the Chief of his tribe, which so enraged Ca-ba-ba that he threw a fishing spear at her. This missed its fair mark and was buried in the bosom of Bu-tah-so. All was immediately in darkness--thunder rolled, lightning flashed and the whole earth was convulsed. From out the storm the woman’s voice was heard pronouncing maledictions on the head of Ca-ba-ba and commanding him to hide himself in Dah-nol-yo, and do penance for all time. While he suffered in darkness, she said the face of Bu-tah-so should stand upon his sepulchre as a warning to all evil doers. The disappearance of the Chief’s sons and the face of one of them, engraved in stone, upon the mountain overlooking their home, so frightened the tribe that they fled to the north, and no tribe has since had the temerity to live in sight of the face on Dah-nol-yo. [Illustration: CAMP SCENE ON RUSSIAN RIVER ON LINE SAN FRANCISCO AND NORTH PACIFIC RY.] Here the legend ends, and we take up the threads and weave a little net of well authenticated facts. When the San Francisco and North Pacific Railway wound through the picturesque canyon of Che-hool-be-da-dah (Russian River) a tunnel pierced the base of Dah-nol-yo, thus opening the door of Ca-ba-ba’s prison and liberating him. In fear of detection, and a return to his solitary quarters, he cautiously crept to his childhood’s home only to find desolation. Turning his eyes to the summit of Dah-nol-yo he was transfixed with terror at beholding the face of Bu-tah-so looking grimly down upon him. Held by an invisible power he gazes on, unable to turn his eyes even to the bear, deer, quail and squirrel, that venture so near, peering in wonder at the lone man who is to suffer on through all eternity as he keeps his silent vigil of Dah-nol-yo. [Illustration: POMO HUT.] [Illustration: RUSSIAN RIVER, GUERNEVILLE IN THE DISTANCE.] [Illustration: BOATING ON RUSSIAN RIVER.] [Illustration: BOHEMIAN GROVE--NEAR GUERNEVILLE. These trees range from 200 to 300 feet in height.] * * * * * The way to reach the Russian River and its scenic surroundings is by the SAN FRANCISCO AND NORTH PACIFIC RAILWAY, the Picturesque Route of California.