I have _not_ spoken." The smoke from his pipe curled over his white head in the pure, clear September air.

He was eighty or more years of age.

He had heard the traditions of Juan de Fuca, the Greek pilot, who left his name on the straits of the Puget Sea.

He had heard of the coming of Vancouver in his boyhood, the English explorer who named the seas and mountains for his lieutenants and friends, Puget, Baker, Ranier, and Townsend.

He had known the forest lords of the Hudson Bay Company, and of Astoria; had seen the sail of Gray as it entered the Columbia, and had heard the preaching of Jason Lee.