ss of conquerors in the destruction of the Boston. He killed two
men on shore, presumably with his own hand.

Insanity is not common among the Indians. But a terrible mania took
possession of this ambitious warrior. "While in the enjoyment of the
highest health," says Mr. Jewett, "he was suddenly seized with delirium,
in which he fancied that he saw the ghosts of the two men that he had
murdered." The avenging vision followed him wherever he went. He was
filled with terror at all times, and at last refused to eat to sustain his
life. The Indians forced food into his mouth.

Maquina was informed of the terrible state of the warrior's mind by his
sister, Tootooch's wife. He went to the haunted man's house, taking Mr.
Thompson and Mr. Jewett with him. "We found him raving about the two
murdered men, Hall and Wood," says Jewett. "Maquina placed provisions
before him, but he would not eat."

At last the distressed _tyee_, induced by hunger, put forth his hand to
touch the food. But he suddenly drew it back, saying that Hall and Wood
were there.

"They will not let me eat," said he, with a look of despair and terror.

Maquina pointed to Thompson and Jewett.

"Is it they who have bewitched you?" he asked.

"_Wik_ (no); John _klashish_ (is good), Thompson _klashish_ (is good)."

He arose and piteously put his hand on Jewett's shoulder, and, pointing to
the food offered him, he said, "Eat."

"Eat it yourself," replied Mr. Jewett. "Hall and Wood are not there."

"You can not see them," he answered; "I can. I know that you can not see
them."

"What do you do in your own country in such cases as this?" asked Maquina.

"We confine the person and whip him," said Jewett.

The chief ordered that the haunted warrior should be confined and whipped;
but the pain did not relieve the warrior's mind of the terrible vision of
the two men that he had killed. He grew more wild. He would torture his
slaves for diversion. His wife fled from him. The vision continued until
he became completely exhausted, and Death came with a merciful face.

"Early in June," says Mr. Jewett, "Tootooch, the crazy chief, died. The
whole village set up a loud cry. The body was laid on a plank, and the
head bound with a red fillet. It was then wrapped in an otter-skin robe
and placed in a large coffin, which was ornamented with rows of white
shells. It was buried by night in a cavern."

The _tyees_ or chiefs had discussed often the policy of putting Mr