gone, teach my poor people."

Gretchen drew his red hand to her lips and kissed it. The chief bent low
his plumed head and said:

"That was so beautiful, my little spirit, that I am in a haste to go. One
moon, and I will go. Play."

Gretchen obeyed. When the strain died, the two sat and listened to the
murmuring of the waters, as the river glided down the shelves, and both of
them felt that the Spirit of Eternal Goodness with a Father's love
watched over everything.

The old chief rose, and said again:

"When I am gone to my fathers, teach my poor people." He added: "The voice
of the good spirits ask it--the All-Good asks it--I shall go away--to the
land whence the light comes. You stay--teach. You will?"

"Yes," said Gretchen--a consciousness of her true calling in life coming
upon her, as in an open vision--"I will be their teacher."

The old chief seemed satisfied, and said: "It is well; I am going away."

Much of the chief's talk was acted. If he wished to speak of a star, he
would point to it; and he would imitate a bird's call to designate a bird,
and the gurgle of water when speaking of a running stream. He spoke
Chinook freely, and to see him when he was speaking was to learn from his
motions his meaning.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote B: See Historical Notes.]

[Footnote C: See Historical Notes.]

CHAPTER X.

MRS. WOODS MEETS LITTLE ROLL OVER AGAIN.

One day Rev. Jason Lee came up from the Cascades, in a boat, to visit Mr.
and Mrs. Woods on their donation claim. Mr. Lee at this tine was inspired
with missionary zeal for the Indians, and he remembered Mrs. Woods kindly
as an ignorant but earnest and teachable woman, whom the influence of his
preaching had brought to his spiritual flock. He knew her needs of counsel
and help, he pitied her hard and lonely life, and he came to visit her
from time to time.

He had once given her a copy of Wesley's Hymns, and these hymns she had
unconsciously learned, and delighted to quote on all occasions. Her
favorite hymn in the collection was written by Thomas Olivers, one of
Wesley's coadjutors, beginning--

"The God of Abrah'm praise."

She used to sing it often about her work; and one approaching the cabin,
might often have heard her trying to sing to the old Hebrew melody of
_Leoniel_--a tune perhaps as old as the Jewish Temple itself--such sublime
thoughts as these--

"The God of Abrah'm praise,
At whose supreme command
From ear