half empty cask and hid it in the woods, but Quillis sober could not find what Quillis drunk had hidden, so after a week of antics that alarmed the rest of his tribe as to his sanity, Quillis called his people together and confessed his sin and begged their help in finding the precious barrel. After a long search enthusiastically joined in by all the Indians, the barrel was found and the interrupted feast went on.
Gradually the race died out, happy in the Indian fashion, and care -free to the last, and the survivors in the Willamette Valley and the Valley of the Columbia can now almost be counted on the fingers. They did not pass away unnoticed or alone. Other powers and noted men tied to them in the web of fate, passed away with them. Great captains of the imperial
