The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1901-06-21

meted out 10 him. Because the Popo-
agile drew its victims so deeply down
into the dark regions under the earth
that the soul could never escape and
ind its way to the happy hunting
ground of the tribe. White Elk was not
afraid TO die. He had met death face
to face dozen times, and had not
trembed. He had fought with the
Blackfeet and the Sioux, and led his
warriors to victory on many a hard
fought field. He had fought hand to
hand with the murderous Apaches'
and never knew what 1t was to be
afraid. But in spite of his seeming
Indifference he shiyered as he heard
the hoarse roar of the Popoagle tum-
bling riotously over the rocks and leap
ing down the precipice to disappear In
the dark depths below He pictured
his soul fighting with the angry water
TO regain the upper air that 1t might
ascend to the happy hunting ground In
the clouds. But he knew the Popoagie
would triumph. He was certain that
no soul could defeat the malevolent
spirit of the Popoagie. White Elk
could regard death with equanimity,
but he could not bear the thought of
an eternity spent battling with the
spirit of the waters while Laughing
Eyes waited for him in vain In the
happy hunting ground.
White Elks head dropped forward
and he groaned. He heard a sound be-
hind him and sprang to his feet.
Laughing Eyes stood beside him in the
moonlight. She motioned him with her
hand and he followed her out to the
cliff overlooking the deep crevice, down
which the Popoagie lost itself. On the
cliff the two sat in the moonlight.
aYou must not give yourself to the
spirit Of the PopOagie," said the girl.
you can go away. will go with
YOU. The Blackfeet have been your
enemies, but they love you, for you
are a mighty warrior. To them you
can go and they will make you a chief,
and | will go with you" White Elk
sat silent. Then he spoke: II must
die because / did not put to death
Nazalla, the Blackfoot chief. | had my
spear at his throat. might have kill.
ed him. But years ago Nazalla spared
my life when as boy | was hunting
alone in the forest. He gave me food
and water and showed me the way
back to my own people. | could not
+ kill him as he lay wounded. But the
Shoshones fear Nazalla. They think
that with him dead the Blackfeet
would never more triumph in battle
would rather die and disappear into
the under darkness forever" The girl
fell on her knees and entreated him
White Elk softly strOked her hair. BuI
he only shook his head in reply to hei
entreaties. Long the. two sat there
Then they arose and walked back tC
the village, and White Elk left Laugh
ing Eyes at the door of her fathers
lodge. Three days passed away, anc
the next morning just before sunrise
all the Shoshones were gathered ii
view of the great rock that lifted itseli
above the deep sink hole Of the Popo
agie The medicine men of the tribe
swaying their bodies chanted a deatl
hymn.
As the first rays of the sun shon'
, down the valley and rested redly upoE
the little group on the rock White Ell
stepped forward with a strong young
Indian on either side. He turned anC
looked keenly back at the group O.
women who stood about Laughin!
Eyes. He gave a sign and the TIVE
young Indians rested their hands OF