BOOK V.
THE SHADOW OF THE END.
CHAPTER I.
THE HAND OF THE GREAT SPIRIT.
Ci We view as one who hath an evil sight," He answered, "plainly objects far remote."
CAREY: Dante.
r "PHE night came to an end at last, a night not ^ soon forgotten by the Oregon Indians, and destined to be remembered in tale and tomanowos lore long after that generation had passed away. The sky was thick with clouds; the atmosphere was heavy with smoke, which, dense and low-hanging in the still weather, shut out the entire horizon. The volcano was invisible in the smoky air, but its low mutterings came to them from time to time.
The chiefs met early in the grove of council. Multnomah s countenance told nothing of the night before, but almost all the rest showed something yet of superstitious fear. Mishlah s face was haggard, his air startled and uneasy, like that of some forest animal that had been terribly frightened; and even Snoqualmie looked worn. But the greatest change of all was in Tohomish. His face was as ghastly as that
