So thinking, a sweet and restful peace came to him, and he fell asleep. And even while he thought how impossible it was for him ever to reach the land of the white man again, an English exploring-ship lay at anchor at Yaquina Bay, only two days’ ride distant; and on it were some who had known and loved him in times gone by, but who had long since thought him lost in the wilderness forever.
See Bonneville’s Adventures, chapters xiii, and xlviii.
See Townsend’s Narrative, pages 137, 138. Both Lewis and Clark and Ross Cox substantiate his description; indeed, very much the same thing can be seen at the Tumwater Fishery to-day.
See Bancroft’s Native Races, article “Columbians.” A bunch of arrows so poisoned is in the Museum of the Oregon State University at Eugene.
Irving’s “Astoria,” chap. xli.