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sphere of smoke and the frightful rumors they heard of the great plague appalled them, and they retreated. The pestilence protected the Willamettes. The Black Death that the medicine-men saw sitting in Multnr mah s place turned back the tide of invasion bette, than the war-chief himself could have done.
Through the hot months of summer the mortality continued. The valley was swept as with the besom of destruction, and the drama of a people s death was enacted with a thousand variations of horror. When spring came, the invaders entered the valley once more. They found it deserted, with the exception of a few wretched bands, sole survivors of a mighty race. They rode through villages where the decaying mats hung in tatters from the half-bare skeleton-like wigwam poles, where the ashes had been cold for months at the camp-fires; they rode by fisheries where spear and net were rotting beside the canoe upon the beach. And the dead the dead lay every where : in the lodges, beside the fisheries, along the trail where they had been stricken down while try ing to escape, everywhere were the ghastly and repulsive forms.
The spirit of the few survivors was broken, and they made little resistance to the invaders. Mongrel bands from the interior and the coast settled in the valley after the lapse of years; and, mixing with the surviving Willamettes, produced the degenerate race our own pioneers found there at their coming. These hybrids were, within the memory of the white man, overrun and conquered by the Yakimas, who sub jugated all the Indians upon Wappatto Island and around the mouth of the Willamette in the early
