vast barrier over which the white and foaming waters
were pouring. The unwonted roar of the falls, a roar
that seemed to increase every moment as the swell
ing waters rushed over the rocks; the sight of the
wreck of the mysterious bridge, foreshadowing the
direst calamities, all this awed the wild children
of the desert. They approached the falls slowly and
cautiously.
A brief command from Snoqualmie, and they landed on the northern side of the river, not far from the foot of the falls. There they must disembark, and the canoes be carried around the falls on the shoulders of Indians and launched above.
The roar of the Cascades roused Wallulah from her stupor. She stepped ashore and looked in dazed wonder on the strange new world around her. Sno qualmie told her briefly that she must walk up the bank to the place where the canoe was to be launched again above the falls. She listened mutely, and started to go. But the way was steep and rocky; the bank was strewn with the debris of the ruined bridge; and she was unused to such exertion. Snoqualmie saw her stumble and almost fall. It moved him to a sudden and unwonted pity, and he sprang forward to help her. She pushed his hand from her as if it had been the touch of a serpent, and went on alone. His eyes flashed : for all this the reckoning should come, and soon; woe unto her when it came.
The rough rocks bruised her delicately shod feet, the steep ascent took away her breath. Again and again she felt as if she must fall; but the bitter scorn and loathing that Snoqualmie s touch had kindled gave her strength, and at last she complete
