place and of the wealth of red blankets, of gay silk handkerchiefs and of powder and shot and provisions that were to be found in its storehouses.
The affedion and respect of the Indians for McLoughlin was quickened by the fad of his having a wife of the Indian blood, who bore herself in her relations to her husband and the world as the wife of an Indian chieftain should. How much of the blood of this good woman was French or Scottish and how much Ojibway Indian nobody knows, but she carried herself as an Indian woman, and when visitors were at Fort Vancouver, effaced herself in true Indian fashion; loved and respeded of her husband and of every one, she, according to common report, never presumed at Fort Vancouver to sit at her husband's table in the presence of strangers, and
