Chapter 2
THE WAR-CHIEF AND THE SEER.Cassandra’s wild voice prophesying woe.
Philip Bourke Marston.
The war-chief left the grove as soon as he had dismissed the
council. Tohomish went with him. For some distance they walked
together, the one erect and majestic, the other gliding like a
shadow by his side.
At length Multnomah stopped under a giant cottonwood and looked
sternly at Tohomish.
“You frightened the council to-day with bad mimaluse
[death] talk. Why did you do it? Why did you bring into a council
of warriors dreams fit only for old men that lie sleeping in the
sun by the door of the wigwam?”
“I said what my eyes saw and my ears heard, and it was
true.”
“It cannot be true, for the Great Spirit has said that the
Willamettes shall rule the tribes as long as the bridge
