dead. Lying in the trail by the side of a log with the hole made by a rifle bullet through him, Chief Umtux was more dangerous dead than living, and instantly the battle lines were formed in earnest and for a few hours Chief Umtux lay upon the crimsoned soil of what it seemed would at last be a genuine battle-ground of Northwestern Oregon. Steadily the two forces stood against each other, but fortunately no other shot was fired and Western Oregon was spared an Indian war.
A brave French voyageur volunteered to go to the Indians and resume treaty -making, and taking his life in his hands stood in their midst. It is told that it was a dramatic scene. The Indians, half crazed with fear and lust of revenge, stood about him. He explained as he best could that the death of Umtux was not the ad; of the
