The company smiled, and so the peril of the morning seemed to pass away.
The scene would have been comical but for the painful look in the kindly face of the old Chief of the Cascades.

He had come toward the school-house with high hopes, and what had happened caused him pain.

The word "Potlatch," spoken by the Indian boy, had caused his brow to cloud and his face to turn dark.
"We will all go into the house," said the master.

"Umatilla, will you not honor us with a visit this morning ?" "No--me come this afternoon for the boy; me wait for him outside.

Boston tilicum, let me speak to you a little.