CHAPTER III.
THE GREAT CAMP ON THE ISLAND.
Of different language, form and face, A various race of men.
SCOTT.
say that we shall see the Bridge of the Gods to-day? " asked Cecil of the young Willamette runner the next morning. "Tell me about it; is it high?"
The young Willamette rose to his full height, arched his right hand above his eyes, looked skyward with a strained expression as if gazing up at an immense height, and emitted a prolonged " ah-h-h!"
That was all, but it was enough to bring the light to Cecil s eyes and a sudden triumphant gladness to his heart. At last he approached the land of his vision, at last he should find the bridge whose wraith had faded before him into the west eight years before 1
The Cayuse band had started early that morning. The chief Snoqualmie was impatient of delay, and wished to be one of the earliest at the council; he wanted to signalize himself in the approaching struggle by his loyalty to Multnomah, whose daughter he was to marry and whom he was to succeed as war-chief.
The women were in advance, driving the pack- horses; Cecil rode behind them with the Shoshone renegade and the young Willamette runner; while Snoqualmie brought up the rear, looking sharp
