. Jewett
and Mr. Thompson to death, and so end all evidence of the destruction of
the Boston in the event of new ships appearing on the coast. But the
spectacle of Tootooch staring at the ghosts of the men that he had killed,
and wasting away amid days and nights of horror, made them fear that the
other warriors engaged in the massacre would become affected in the like
way, and deterred them from any further violence. Jewett was at last
rescued by a trading-ship, and was taken to the Columbia River, where he
arrived shortly after the visit of Lewis and Clarke, of the famous
expedition that bears these names. He finally came to New England and
settled in Middletown, Conn. His history gives a very picturesque view of
the habits and customs of the Indians on the Northwest coast nearly a
century ago. The book can be found in antiquarian libraries, and should be
republished in the interest of American folk-lore. The truth of the
incidents gives the whole narrative a vivid and intense interest; it reads
like De Foe.

CHAPTER XII.

OLD JOE MEEK AND MR. SPAULDING.

One day a man in a buckskin habit came to the door of the school-house and
looked in upon the school. His face was that of a leader of men, hard and
powerful; one could see that it feared nothing, and that it looked with
contempt on whatever was artificial, affected, or insincere. His form had
the strength and mettle of a pioneer. He rapped a loud, hard rap, and
said, in a sturdy tone:

"May I come in?"

The master welcomed him cordially and courteously, and said:

"This is Mr. Meek, I believe?"

"Yes, old Joe Meek, the pioneer--you have heard of me."

"Yes, yes," said Mr. Mann. "You have caught the spirit of Oregon--you are
Oregon. You have made the interest of this great country your life; I
honor you for it. I feel the same spirit coming over me. What we do here
is done for a thousand years, for here the great life of the Anglo-Saxon
race is destined to come. I can see it; I feel it. The morning twilight of
time is about me. I can hear the Oregon calling--calling; to teach here is
a glorious life; the whole of humanity is in it. I have no wish to return
to the East again."

"Stranger, give me your hand."

The New England schoolmaster took the hard hand of the old pioneer, and
the two stood there in silence.

The children could not understand the great, soul-expanding sympathy that
made these two men friends. They gazed on Mr. Meek's buckskin