IV. Seattle the Chief V. Whitman's Ride for Oregon VI. Mount Saint Helens LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Gretchen at the Potlatch Feast E. J. Austen (Frontispiece) Indians spearing fish at Salmon Falls "Here were mountains grander than Olympus." The North Puyallup Glacier, Mount Tacoma In the midst of this interview Mrs. Woods appeared at the door of the cabin A. E. Pope The eagle soared away in the blue heavens, and the flag streamed after him in his talons E.J. Austen The mountain lion D. Carter Beard An Indian village on the Columbia Afar loomed Mount Hood A castellated crag arose solitary and solemn At the Cascades of the Columbia Multnomah Falls in earlier years. Redrawn by Walter C. Greenough The old chief stood stoical and silent. E. J. Austen Middle block-house at the Cascades CHAPTER I. GRETCHEN'S VIOLIN. An elderly woman and a German girl were walking along the old Indian trail that led from the northern mountains to the Columbia River. The river was at this time commonly called the Oregon, as in Bryant's poem: "Where rolls the Oregon, And no sound is heard save its own dashings." The girl had a light figure, a fair, open face, and a high forehead with width in the region of ideality, and she carried under her arm a long black case in which was a violin. The woman had lived in one of the valleys of the Oregon for several years, but the German girl had recently arrived in one of the colonies that had lately come to the territory under the missionary agency of the Rev. Jason Lee. There came a break in the tall, cool pines that lined the trail and that covered the path with glimmering shadows. Through the opening the high summits of Mount St. Helens glittered like a city of pearl, far, far away in the clear, bright air. The girl's blue eyes opened wide, and her feet stumbled. "There, there you go again down in the hollow! Haven't you any eyes? I would think you had by the looks of them. Well, Gretchen, they were placed right in the front of your head so as to look forward; they would have been put in the top of your head if it had been meant that you should look up to the sky in that way. What is it you see?" "Oh, mother, I wish I was--an author."