watermelons. The Indians believed these melons to have been conjured by
the white doctor, and when other sickness came among them, they attributed
it to the same cause. The massacre at Waülaptu and the murder of Whitman
grew in part out of these events.

Mr. Mann settled near the old Chief of the Cascades. He sought the Indian
friendship of this chief, and asked him for his protection.

"People fulfill the expectation of the trust put in them--Indians as well
as children," he used to say. "A boy fulfills the ideals of his
mother--what the mother believes the boy will be, that he will become.
Treat a thief as though he were honest, and he will be honest with you. We
help people to be better by believing in what is good in them. I am going
to trust the friendship of the old Chief of the Cascades, and he will
never betray it."

It was summer, and there was to be a great Indian Potlatch feast under the
autumn moon. The Potlatch is a feast of gifts. It is usually a peaceful
gathering of friendly tribes, with rude music and gay dances; but it bodes
war and massacre and danger if it end with the dance of the evil spirits,
or the devil dance, as it has been known--a dance which the English
Government has recently forbidden among the Northwestern tribes.

The Indians were demanding that the great fall Potlatch should end with
this ominous dance of fire and besmearings of blood. The white people
everywhere were disturbed by these reports, for they feared what might be
the secret intent of this wild revel. The settlers all regarded with
apprehension the October moon.

The tall schoolmaster watched the approach of Mrs. Woods and Gretchen with