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He has yielded, and the stubborn fight is won!" Let the nation in its glory Bow with shame before the story Of the hero it has ruined and the evil it has done. How he prayed while hope remained, Though the white man's hands were stained With the blood that cried for vengeance of his murdered kin and clan, For the home the good God gave him, And the treaty sworn to save him, For the shelter of his children, and the right to be a man. Then the troops began to hound him, And he wrapped the blanket 'round him, And he called his braves to follow, and he smote them hip and thigh. But the hosts grew vast and vaster, And the whirlwind of disaster Drove him out into the mountains and beneath an alien sky. Through the continental ridges, Ove tottering torrent bridges; By the verge of black abysses, in the shade of mountains hoar; Herds and wives and children bearing, Months he journeyed, toiling, daring, With an army trailing behind him, and another crouched before. Thrice the sudden blow descended, Roar and flash and clashing blended; Twice his rear guard faced and checked them, till the hunted tribe was free. Once he reeled, but swiftly rallied, Forth upon the spoilers sallied, Drove them headlong into shelter, captured all their cannonry. But the mountains could not shield him, And the snowy heights revealed him, And the false friends would not aid him, and his goal was far away: Burdened by his weak and wounded; Stripped and harried and surrounded, Still the chieftain of the Northland, like a lion, stood at bay. From the freedom that he sought for, From the deer land that he fought for. He is riven by a nation that has spurned its plighted word; By the Christians who have given To the heathen-gracious heaven!- With the one hand theft and falsehood, with the other ball and sword. VOL. I. JULY, 1899. EASTERN OREGON INDIANS. The Cayuses, Umatillas and Walla Wallas, the confederated tribes on the Umatilla reservation, are merely tribes of a great people, that includes the Warm Springs and Klamaths on the west and south and the Nez Perces and Bannocks on the east. These are all closely related, of handsome feature, tall, strong and shapely, and speaking the same tongue. In the course of nature to within 30 years or thereabouts they were increasing in numbers, but their decrease in numbers during the last 30 years has been constant and increasing with each succeeding year. They were by centuries of training fitted for a wild, free life on the plains and through the forests. Deprived of liberty-the necessity of compelling nature to supply their wantsthey have become fat and stupid. Cooped up on their reservation—every want supplied, practically, without exertion-deprived of the great shrine of nature at which formerly they worshiped, of their independence, their self-government, the exercise and man-building pleasures of the chase they have to a certain degree become weak, intemperate and immoral. Like all other alien races they have suffered and deteriorated by contact with our ever dominant Aryan race. All peoples approached by the Aryans have adopted the Aryan vices, and lost much. and sometimes all the higher principles or attributes of themselves. It is bootless to ask why-the fact remains it isand our Indians have been no exception to the rule. No. 3. That schools have been provided for their children boots nothing; for the close confinement of our schoolroom is torture for them, and will be until generations have removed their instinct and love for the wild schoolroom of nature— roofed by the brilliant sky, walled by the rolling bunchgrass hills and rugged mountains, and seated with the mossy banks of rippling, silvery streams by which the wild deer love to roam. When the instincts that love and long for the freedom and beauty of nature's schools are dead within them, our prosy, narrow schools may help them. But, in my judgment, when that day arrives, the pitiful remnant of the race that then survives will be close, very close, to the setting of the race's sun, and the night of oblivion will then very soon followand our race will "know them no more forever." I think no people has been so misjudged as our Indians. Eastern writers. many who ought to have known better, have painted fancy pictures, in which they have been given characters sometimes good, sometimes bad-almost always fantastical and absurd. No one who has lived with them long and acquired sufficient of their confidence to know them well has yet given the world an analysis of their character. Many who have suffered in themselves, or through friends or relatives, have portrayed them as cold, immoral, unsympathetic, cruel, dishonest, ungenerous and treacherous. Some such men have tried |