in Oregon, and Mrs. Woods did not soon forgive the Indian for taking away
what he probably regarded as an instrument of torture.

"I do hate Injuns!" she would often say; but quite likely would soon after
be heard singing one of the hymns of the missionaries at the Dalles:

"O'er Columbia's wide-spread forests
Haste, ye heralds of the Lamb;
Teach the red man, wildly roaming,
Faith in Immanuel's name,"

which, if poor poetry, was very inspiring.




CHAPTER III.

BOSTON TILICUM.


Marlowe Mann--"Boston tilicum," as the Siwashes called all the
missionaries, teachers, and traders from the East--sat down upon a bench
of split log and leaned upon his desk, which consisted of two split logs
in a rough frame. A curious school confronted him. His pupils numbered
fifteen, representing Germany, England, Sweden, New England, and the
Indian race.

"The world will some day come to the Yankee schoolmaster," he used to say
to the bowery halls of old Cambridge; and this prophecy, which had come to