I intend to be honest with the Indians in all things, and if there should occur a dance of the evil spirits at the Potlatch, no harm will ever come to the log school-house; and I do not believe that such a dance with evil intent to the settlers will ever take place.

Human nature is all one book everywhere." As he stood there that morning, with uncovered head, an unexpected event happened.

The children suddenly said: "Look!" and "Umatilla!" Out of the forest came an aged Indian, of gigantic stature--Umatilla, one of the chiefs of the Cascades; and beside him walked his only son, the Light of the Eagle's Plume, or, as he had been named by the English, Benjamin.
Umatilla, like Massasoit, of the early colonial history of Plymouth, was a remarkable person.

Surrounded by warlike tribes, he had been a man of peace.

He was a lover of Nature, and every shining cloud to his eye was a chariot.