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One day Benjamin fell ill, and the schoolmaster saw that he, too, was to die of the plague. Old Umatilla received the news with Indian stoicism, but he went into the forest to be alone for a time. When he returned day was breaking and a flock of wild-geese trumpeted overhead. "Yes." "Then he will tell me, too?" "Yes." "We shall never go back to the Missouri together. My father "
The gathering of rich harvests of furs had begun, and British and American fur-traders were seeking these treasures on every hand. But at the beginning of these harvests the Cayuses were sickening and dying, and the mission was powerless to stay the pestilence. A secret council of Cayuses and half-breeds was held one night under the hunter's moon near Walla Walla, or else on the Umatilla.
So that he permitted himself to be led away by the ship's butcher, who on the Umatilla had the charge of all dog passengers.
Benjamin's eyes blazed. "I am an Umatilla. There are hawks in the sky." Woods, defiantly. "Kamooks." She would have said "cultus" had she dared. "Cultus" is the most insulting word that can be applied to an Indian, and, when it is used, it invites the most deadly revenge. The word had come to her lips, but she had not the courage to invoke the consequences of such a taunt.
By the teacher's side stood an Indian interpreter, dressed in hunting shirt and broad hat. "I am Umatilla," said the chief, in answer to a question from the teacher. His deep voice was like the mutter of a lion; he stood with gentle dignity still looking wonderingly down into the girl's sweet, solemn, and eager face. A bystander said, "Poor child!" in a low, tremulous tone, followed by a sigh.
We stopped one night at Umatilla City, a cheerless little settlement at the junction of the Umatilla River with the Columbia, in the midst of a bleak, dreary waste of sand and sage-brush, without a sign of a tree in any direction, a perfect whirlwind blowing all the time. What could induce people to live there, I could not imagine.
When a child is weary, I take him by the hand and point him to the smoke of his wigwam. He goes home and sleeps. I am weary. The Great Spirit has taken me by the hand; he points to the smoke of the wigwam. There comes a time when all want to go home. I want to go home. Umatilla is going home. I have not spoken." The smoke from his pipe curled over his white head in the pure, clear September air.
The Indians are all poets in their imaginations, like children. This habit of personification grows in the Indian mind with advancing years. Every old Indian speaks in poetic figures. Umatilla had not yet "spoken," as he said; he had been talking in figures, and merely approaching his subject. There was a long pause. He then laid down his pipe. He was about to speak: "Woman, open your ears.
So they went to Honolulu in the Hall, and thence in the Umatilla to San Francisco with a crowd of Haoles, and at San Francisco took their passage by the mail brigantine, the Tropic Bird, for Papeete, the chief place of the French in the south islands.
She say I have no right here; she have no right here; the land all belong to Umatilla; then to me; I no have her here. Look out for the October moon Potlatch dance pil-pil." "I will be a friend to you, Benjamin." "Yes, Boston tilicum, we will be friends." "And I will teach you how to be noble like a king. You felt good when I was kind to you?" "Yes, Boston tilicum." "And when the music played?"
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