1and told stories with the utmost freedom. Many of these stories, told in the open lodge before the women and children, would not bear repeating, could not well pass inspection for the Government mail.
As the lingering remnant of this people approached the end, on one conspicuous occasion Providence threw a broad gleam of sunshine over their path and made all of them rich beyond the utmost dreams of Indian avarice.
In 1 86 1 came a day when the snows gathered and the rains fell. The Clackamas, Molalla, Santiam, and McKenzie, the Long Tom, Rickreall, Yamhill and Tualatin poured their crowded waters into the Willamette River and swept it with a great flood from end to end. Linn City, opposite Oregon City, was swept away to the bedrock, and flouring mills, saw mills, ware
