“Tohomish will go to the council,” he said in those soft and lingering accents, indescribably sweet and sad, with which his degraded face contrasted so strongly. “Yes, he will go to the council, and his voice shall bend and turn the hearts of men as never before. Strong will be the words that he shall say, for with him it will be sunset and his voice will be heard no more.”
“Where will you go when the council is ended, that we shall see you no more?” asked Multnomah.
“On the death-trail to the spirit-land,—nor will I go alone,” was the startling reply; and the seer glided noiselessly away and disappeared among the trees.
CHAPTER III.
WALLULAH.
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Ne’er was seen In art or nature, aught so passing sweet As was the form that in its beauteous frame Inclosed her, and is scattered now in dust. Carey: Dante. |
Multnomah passed on to seek the lodge of his daughter Wallulah, a half Asiatic, and the most beautiful woman in all the land of the Wauna.