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Chapter 296
Chapter 1 SHALL THE GREAT COUNCIL BE HELD?The comet burns the wings of night, And dazzles elements and spheres; Then dies in beauty and a blaze of light Blown far through other years. Joaquin Miller. Two hundred years ago—as near as we can estimate the time from the dim and shadowy legends that have come down to us—the confederacy of the Wauna or Columbia was one of the most powerful the New World has ever seen. It was apparently not inferior to that of the Six Nations, or to the more transitory leagues with which Tecumseh or Pontiac stayed for a moment the onward march of the white man. It was a union of the Indian tribes of Oregon and Washington, with the Willamettes at the head, against their great hereditary enemies, the Nootkas, the Shoshones, and the Spokanes. Sonorou
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