The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891, November 16, 1889, Page 302, Image 15

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    SHORE.
ened by the prayer, he ojKmed hia oycn, and behold the
first faint flush of dawn was in the skies, and he broke
into grateful tears, for he knew that he should be saved.
With the early day he was taken from hiB rock.
The old man of the museum came out as usual with
the sun and looked at the cliff and saw the landnlip,
and went around to the American shore to study it
from that point of view, and saw Hugh Ravelston
clinging to his rock. Oh, the delight to Hugh of that
first tread on the firm earth, to which he was raised
by ropes lowered from sturdy, eager hands ! Oh, the
rapture of that cup of scalding, strong teal Oh, the
sight of that soft, delicious, restful bed to which he
was brought I He ran toward the looking-glass, half
afraid to look in, yet longing to know no, his hair
had not turned white, it was dark and thick as ever.
Marie would see in him no outward effect of his night
of terror.
AN INDIAN POTLATCH.
ONK of the largest and most valuable potlatchcs or
" (live away for 100 jht cent, return," says the
AVuiiimo Frrt lrm, will take place at Fort Ru-M-rt,
about Christmas day. The potlatch will bo
given by ('apt. Jim, an aged Indian who is known
from one cud of the province to the other. The arti
ejes to lie lent will comprise (5,000 blankets, NIK) pairs
silver bracelets (Indian make), forty large canoes, and
muek-a-mmk galore, in all valued at $10,1 HI. For
this 110,000 ('apt. Jim, according to Indian custom,
will receive within two years 120,000. Our modem
Shy lock a will bo green with envy to see the Intliun
touting them out of sight at their own game. The
Hitlatch will embrace nineteen tritos, residing between
(Jualietim and Fort Kupert. This will make the hun
dredth Ntlatch ('apt. Jim has given, and he intends
to ccliime all former efforts in that line, and judging
from the value and quantity of the articles to be do
nate!, we should judge it to bo the biggest thing on
record. The centurian hero of the jtotlatch is about
sixty-five years of age, of fine physique, and sicaks
Knglish with remarkable fluency.
In the early days of the settlement of this island,
the authorities deemed it necessary to bombard the
Fort KiiH-rt Indian village, and (.'apt. Jim, who was
then a noted and valorous war chief, was taken as
hostage. Several thousand Indians will, no doubt,
take part in this Indian feast. A law has lecn passed
by the dominion parliament putting a stop to these
jH)tlaU-hes, but the old Indians do not understand
this infringement on what they justly consider their
hereditary rights. The practice is x-mirious in the
extreme, but ', oppression should to gradual, so that
with the present elder generation of Indians the feast
should die out. It is well to prevent the younger In
diana from continuing the practice, but those who
have looked upon it as a life-long duty should to al
lowed to continue it, at least until they are gathered
to the bappr hunting grounds. The greatest curse is
the liquor that is taken to the tlatehoi by depraved
and hardened white men. but this the authorities, by
a little energy, could readily prevent.
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THE SEA GULL'S FEATHER.
On a sea where man is so helpless,
And his creations are buffet and sport,
A sea-bird's feather gallantly rode,
Unpiloted into the port.
So light, its weight couM be measured
By only the silver-smith's scale ;
But unharmed it lifted to heaven,
The tremulous fleece of its sail.
Neptune held his billowy breath,
As the frail craft fluttered by.
What cargo did the shallop bear,
And whither did it fly?
How strango it looked, as, rudderless,
It swiftly sped from view,
With its Ulry freight, invisible,
And iti nnneen fairy crew !
No helmsman guided the little bark,
Before the light, driving wind ;
But it left our boat with its flagging sail
Drifting along behind.
We could not help but wonder
What Its ultimate fate would be ;
Whether the rudderless little craft
Would be swamped In the open sea ;
Or what was iU unknown haven ;
And what was Its final goal ;
Thank heaven the dainty, whit ship bore
No freight of a human soul !
Uknii Clark Pomkrov.