Here were mountains grander than Olympus, and harbors and water-courses as
wonderful as the Ægean. He was almost afraid to map the truth in his
extensive correspondence with the East, lest it should seem so incredible
as to defeat his purpose.

[Illustration: _The North Puyallup Glacier, Mount Tacoma._]

When the log school-house was building, Mr. Mann had gone to the old
Chief of the Cascades and had invited him to send his Indian boy to the
school. He had shown him what an advantage it would be to the young chief
to understand more thoroughly Chinook and English. He was wise and politic
in the matter as well as large-hearted, for he felt that the school might
need the friendliness of the old chief, and in no way could it be better
secured.

"The world treats you as you treat the world," he said; "and what you are
to the world, the world is to you. Tell me only what kind of a
neighborhood you come from, and I will tell you what kind of a
neighborhood you are going to; we all see the world in ourselves. I will
educate the boy, and his father will protect the school. The Indian heart
is hot and revengeful, but it is honest and true. I intend to be honest
with the Indians in all things, and if there should occur a dance of the
evil spirits at the Potlatch, no harm will ever come to the log
school-house; and I do not believe that such a dance with evil intent to
the settlers will ever take place. Human nature is all one book
everywhere."

As he stood there that morning, with uncovered head, an unexpected event
happened. The children suddenly said: