The murder of Whitman had caused him real sorrow.

Umatilla was a man of peace.

He had loved to travel up and down the Columbia, and visit the great bluffs of the Puget Sea.

He lived for a generation at peace with all the tribes, and now that he was old he was venerated by them all.
"You are a good old Injun," said Mrs.Woods, yielding to her better self again.

"I don't say it about many people.