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."