Excerpt from Squaw Elouise
The soft kisses of spring-time winds along the Columbia had melted the last fringe of ice from brooks and rivers, bound so tightly by the winter past; now and then the far thunder of avalanches in the Selkirks beat through the softened air, and told of changes in the snow kings domains up there in high ravines, whose shadows show so soft a violet above the clouds.
Where Tumwata Creek (the creek of the Cascades) joins the River Columbia, between Farwell and the Rapids of Death, the Indians of old pulled ashore their dug-outs or "garpoint" canoes, and made themselves a camp for their hunting season. Sometimes they brought with them their good friends, the French, who trapped and hunted in the same region, and took to themselves wives in the Indian villages south of the Arrow lakes. Sometimes, too, those adopted children of the tribes learned secrets of the soil and of wondrous metals hidden beneath the crust of the Gold Range and the Selkirk Spurs.
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