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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 "
He found himself in a comfortable Pullman car on the way to Umatilla, where he had to tell his story all over again, in order that the fairly hopeless pursuit of the highwaymen might be begun from there. WALLA WALLA, May 7. "This morning, at ten o'clock, the station Swallowtown, on the Oregon line, was surprised by bandits.
Howard continued to herd the savages, following with his ox teams and his army of road makers, while the enemy were sweeping a belt thirty miles in width through the State and spreading death and desolation in their path. Many skirmishes took place before the Indians reached the Umatilla Reservation. Here Gen. Miles encountered them and in the battle that followed completely routed them.
Bernard was told that there were six hundred Umatilla Indians at Fox Valley only a few miles from the John Day River, and knowing that they were only waiting to be joined by the Bannocks, determined to attack the latter before reaching them. He was told that the Bannock's must pass through a canyon to reach Fox Valley. That was his opportunity, and he had sounded "boots and saddles" when Gen.
Tottering with age, and nearly blind, Tin-Tin-Meet-Sa, head chief of the Umatilla Indians, pulled himself up on his walking-stick, took Chief Plenty Coups by the hand, and said: “I have come here to-day and am glad to meet all the chiefs and especially Chief Plenty Coups, chief of the Crow tribe. And I am greatly satisfied to meet you all and be at peace.
The old chief saw the general dissatisfaction, and felt it like a crushing weight upon his soul. "I am going to light the pipe of peace," said he, "and smoke it now before you. As many of you as love Umatilla, light the pipes of peace." Not a light glimmered in the smoky air. There were words of hate and suppressed cries everywhere.
Let me die in peace. Let not blood stain my last days. I want you to remember the days of Umatilla as the days of corn and maize and the pipes of peace. I have given you all I have my days are done. You will respect me." There were mutterings everywhere, suppressed cries of rage, and sharp words of chagrin and disappointment.
He has promised to protect the school. I can trust a man who never wears a mask. Most people wear masks Death takes the masks away; when Death comes to Umatilla, he will find great Umatilla only, fearless and noble honest and true, but no mask. He never wore a mask." "But, woman," said Umatilla, "you are wearing a mask; you are afraid." "Yes, but I can trust your word."
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