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Bridge. Whatever he had to say was evidently held in reserve for the closing talk with which he would soon dismiss the council.
"You shall see Multnomah s daughter given to Snoqualmie, and then Multnomah will open his hand and make you rich."
So said the war-chief; and a runner was dispatched with a summons to Wallulah. In a little while a band of Indian girls was seen approaching the grove. Sur rounded by the maidens, as if they were a guard of honor, came Wallulah, all unconscious of the tragedy that had just been enacted.
Among the chiefs they passed, and stopped before Multnomah. As they paused, Wallulah looked around for Cecil in one quick glance; then, not seeing him, she cast down her eyes despondingly. Multnomah rose and beckoned Snoqualmie to him. He came forward and stood beside the war- chief. The Indian girls stepped back a little, in involuntary awe of the two great sachems, and left Wallulah standing alone before them.
Her face wore a patient look, as of one who is very worn and weary, tired of the burdens of life, yet going forward without hope, without thought even, to other and still heavier burdens. She was clad in a soft oriental fabric; her hair fell in luxuriant tresses upon her shoulders; her flute hung at her belt by a slender chain of gold.
There was something unspeakably sad and heart broken in her appearance, as she stood there, a listless, dejected figure, before those two grim war riors, awaiting her doom.
Multnomah took her hand; the fingers of the other
