with the beariug of senators, from the little boat, amidst the jibes nd jeers of a brutal crowwd, to the jail which was to be the last covering they would ever have over their heads.

The trial came ou, tlhe jury was empanelled, and Captain Claiborne, of the Mounted Ritles, yolunteered to defend the In dians, who were told that they were to have a fair tial, and that they would not be punished unless they were found guilty. To all this they paid no hced. They said it was all right, but they did not understand a word of what they were coupelled to listen to for several days, and they cared nothing for the forms of the law. Thcy had come to die, and when some witnesses swore that they recognized them as the very Indians who killed Whitman- ali of wich was explained to them-not a muscle of their faces changed, although it was more than suspected that the witnesses were never ncar the mission at the time of the massacre tril was over, and, of coursc, the Indians wcre condemned to be hanged. Without a inurnur or sigh of regret, and with a digni ty thnt would have impressed a Zulu with profound pity, these men walked to the gallows and were liung, while a erowd of civilized Americans-men, women, and clhildren of the nine- teenth century-looked on aud laughed at their last convulsive twitehes

We have rcad of herocs of all times, but nevcr did we rcad of or believe that such lheroism as these Indinns exhibited could exist. They knew that to be accused was to be condemned, and they would be executed in tlhe civilized town of Oregon City just as surely as would a ponr woman accused of being a witch have been executed in the civilizcd and Christian town of Sulem, in the good State of Massachusetts, two hundred years ago.

"A generation has passed away since the exccution or murder of these Indians at Oregon City. Governor Lane still lives, not as ex-President, but as a poor but vigorous old man down in the Rogue River Valley. The little nasty town of Oregon City was the scene of a self-immolation as great as any of which we read in lhistory, and there were not three persons tlhere who appre- ciated it. The aceursed town is, we hcar, still nastier than ever, and the intelligent jury-no man of wlhom dared to have a word of pity or admiration for those poor Indians-with the spectators of that horrid scene, are cither dead and damned, or they are sunk in the oblivion that is the fate of those who are born without souls," The