"Did the fight come off?"
"Not that time; they made it up with some presents of horses and beads and things."
"What's become of those Klick-i-tats?"
"All that's left of them are gone to the reservation away north on the Columbia. They had their big fight with the Calapooyas down there by the Mary River bridge, out by Wrenn's school-house, just before we came into the country. The Calapooyas were too many for them, for they were, I should say, three to one. That was quite a battle, I should say.—But here comes one of the early settlers. Why don't you ask him about it?"
Just then the door had been opened, and in came a slender, gray-haired minister, with black coat and white collar and tie.
"So you were an early settler?"
"Yes, I had some experiences in early days. Did you ever hear of our Presbyterian colony?"
"I think not."
"Well, I was born and raised in Pennsylvania. I had just finished my theological course and got married. I had heard a good deal about Oregon, and took the notion of getting some Presbyterians to go out there. This was in 1851, when the law had been passed giving half a section of land to every settler, and half another section for his wife, if he had one."
"How did you set about getting Presbyterians together?"