AN INDIAN TRIAL. 139
The rebellious chiefs interchanged meaning glances; the throng of malcontents outside the grove pressed closer upon the ring of Willamette warriors, who were still standing or squatting idly around it. More than one weapon could be seen among them in defi ance of the war-chiefs prohibition; and the presage of a terrible storm darkened on those grim, wild faces. The more peaceably disposed bands began to draw themselves apart. An ominous silence crept through the crowd as they felt the crisis approaching.
But Multnomah saw nothing, and the circle of Wil lamette warriors were stolidly indifferent.
"Can they not see that the tribes are on the verge of revolt?" thought Cecil, anxiously, fearing a bloody massacre.
"You have heard the words of the rebel. What have you to say? Let the white man speak first, as he was the last to join us."
Cecil rose and pictured in the common Willamette tongue, with which he had familiarized himself during his long stay with the Cayuses, the terrible results of disunion, the desolating consequences of war, tribe clashing against tribe and their common enemies trampling on them all. Even those who were on the verge of insurrection listened reverently to the " white wizard," who had drawn wisdom from the Great Spirit; but it did not shake their purpose. Their own dream ers had talked with the Great Spirit too, in trance and vision, and had promised them victory over the Willamettes.
Tohomish followed; and Cecil, who had known some of the finest orators in Europe, listened in amazement to a voice the most musical he had ever
