It had beautiful trees and gardens, and inspiring surroundings.
Mrs.Whitman was a remarkable woman, as intelligent and sympathetic as she was heroic.

The colony became a prosperous one, and for a time occupied the happy valley of the West.
One of the vices of the Cayuse Indians and their neighbors was stealing.
The mission station may have overawed them for a time into seeming honesty, but they began to rob its gardens at last, and out of this circumstance comes a story, related to me by an old Territorial officer, which may be new to most readers.

I do not vouch for it, but only say that the narrator of the principal incidents is an old Territorial judge who lives near the place of the Whitman tragedy, and who knew many of the survivors, and has a large knowledge of the Indian races of the Columbia.
To his statements I add some incidents of another pioneer: "The thieving Cayuses have made 'way with our melons again," said a young farmer one morning, returning from the gardens of the station.

"One theft will be followed by another.

I know the Cayuses.