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Snoqualmie and Wallulah occupied the first; the other two were laden with the rich things that had once made her lodge so beautiful. It stood all bare and deserted now, the splendor stripped from its rough bark walls even as love and hope had been reft from the heart of its mistress. Tapestries, divans, carpets, mirrors, were heaped in the canoes like spoil torn from the enemy.
Muttering some mystical incantation, he waved it to the east and the west, to the north and the south; and when the charm was complete, gave it to Multnomah, who smoked it and passed it to Snoqualmie. From chief to chief it circled around the whole council, but among them were those who sat with eyes fixed moodily on the ground and would not so much as touch or look at it.
"Wallulah will bring the wood and the water. Wallulah will work. The old women need not teach her." "That is well. But one thing more you must learn; and that is to hold up your head and not look like a drooping captive. Smile, laugh, be gay. Snoqualmie will have no clouded face, no bent head in his lodge." She looked at him imploringly.
The best marksmen of each tribe contended together under the eyes of Multnomah, and Snoqualmie the Cayuse won the day. These diversions were beginning to produce the result that the politic chief had intended they should. Better feeling was springing up. The spirit of discontent that had been rife was disappearing.
Death! it would be sweet to die now with your arms around me; but to live year after year with him! How can I go to him, now that I have known you? How can I bear his presence, his touch?" She shuddered there in Cecil's arms. All her being shrunk in repugnance at the thought of Snoqualmie. "Thank God for death!" said Cecil, brokenly.
"Your easiest way to get this team over to the Sound is to drive through Snoqualmie Pass, the way you came." "But," said Tisdale, knitting his brows, "I told you I wanted this team to drive to the Wenatchee valley." "You can't drive on through the Cascades from there and, if you try to ship these colts aboard a Great Northern train, you'll have trouble."
Snoqualmie, recovering from his momentary rebuff, heaped bitter epithets and scornful words upon her; but she neither saw nor heard, and lay with wide, bright, staring eyes. Her seeming indifference maddened him still more, and he hurled at her the fiercest abuse. She looked at him vaguely. He saw that she did not even know what he was saying, and relapsed into sullen silence.
He saw it, and a fierce delight leaped up in his heart. "She does not love him, it is I whom she cares for," he thought; and then he thrust the thought down in indignant self-reproach. "I do not care for Snoqualmie; I once thought I did, but " She hesitated, the quick color flushed her face; for the first time she seemed in part, though not altogether, aware of why she had changed.
No one had heard the few half-whispered words that passed between them but those who stood nearest noticed the deadly pallor that came over her face while Snoqualmie was speaking. Multnomah saw it, and Snoqualmie caught from him a glance that chilled even his haughty nature a glance that said, "Beware; she is the war-chief's daughter."
How loathingly she shrunk from the presence of the barbarian at her side! And all the time the island receded farther and farther in the distance, and the canoe glided forward like a merciless fate bearing her on and on toward the savagery of the inland desert. Snoqualmie sat watching her with glittering, triumphant eyes.
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