“No, let us wait. The tribes talk great swelling words now and
their hearts are hot, but if we wait, the fire will die down and
the words grow small. Then we can have a council and be knit
together again. Let us wait till another winter has come and gone;
then let us meet in council, and the tribes will listen.
“Tla-wau-wau says, ‘wait, and all will be well.’”
His earnest, emphatic words ended, the chief took his seat and
resumed his former look of stolid indifference. A moment before he
had been all animation, every glance and gesture eloquent with
meaning; now he sat seemingly impassive and unconcerned.
There was another pause. It was so still that the rustling of
the boughs overhead was startlingly distinct. Saving the restless
glitter of black eyes, it was a tableau of stoi
