presented with a fine animal that one of the hostile
Indians had been riding. That was the only time I ever scouted for Uncle
Sam".

With sublime pathos, Umapine referred to the old days of the buffalo. He
said: "I have hunted buffalo in this country many times. I feel lonesome
since the buffalo have been driven away. In the old days the Indians
killed the buffalo with bows and arrows; they did not have any guns as
they have now, and needed a fast horse to overtake these animals. A man
might think they could not run fast, but he would find out he could not
overtake them with an ordinary horse. My people used to hunt buffalo in
this part of the country, and while on the way over here I could see
trails of these large animals now worn deep by the storms of many years,
and I cried in my heart."

[The Last Arrow]

The Last Arrow

[Chief Tin-Tin-Meet-Sa]

Chief Tin-Tin-Meet-Sa

Chief Tin-Tin-Meet-Sa

It was midnight. A dim campfire accentuated the loneliness. Flickering
shadows wrote weird lines on the cone-shaped walls of the tepee. The rain
ceased not the beating of its soft tattoo on the frail roof above our
heads. Old Tin-Tin-Meet-Sa, bent and tottering with his more than eighty
years of life, his noble old face still wearing great dignity, his almost
sightless eyes looking for the last flicker of life's sunset, presented a
pathetic picture as he faced the firelight and told of his loneliness as
he passed the deserted buffalo trails.

Tin-Tin-Meet-Sa, or Willouskin, is one of the notable chiefs of the
Umatillas. He rendered valuable services to the Government as a scout
during the Indian wars of 1855 and 1856. The heroic deeds of those
faraway days have not been written down in history, and no doubt will be
forgotten by future generations, but they have been written large on the
character lines of this gigantic frame and Savonarola-like face--a poet, a
dreamer, a warrior, and chieftain.

It is better to let Tin-Tin-Meet-Sa open the door himself upon that mighty
past: "My days have been spent for many suns along the great rivers and
high mountains of Oregon. It has been many years ago that I was selected
by our agent as the head man of my tribe. In those days I was a very
active man, but since I have become so old, although they look upon me as
the head man of the tribe, I must lea