He sought the Indian friendship of this chief, and asked him for his protection.
"People fulfill the expectation of the trust put in them--Indians as well as children," he used to say.

"A boy fulfills the ideals of his mother--what the mother believes the boy will be, that he will become.
Treat a thief as though he were honest, and he will be honest with you.

We help people to be better by believing in what is good in them.

I am going to trust the friendship of the old Chief of the Cascades, and he will never betray it." It was summer, and there was to be a great Indian Potlatch feast under the autumn moon.

The Potlatch is a feast of gifts.