trophy of his marksmanship,—an earnest of the feast in which all his neighbors were invited to partake.
Then, too, there were the merrymakings of the border. What modern banquet can equal the festive board at which a genial hostess, in a homespun cotton or linseywoolsey gown, presided over her own stuffed turkey, huge corn-pone, and wild paw-paw preserves? What array of glittering china, gleaming cut-glass, or burnished silver, can give the jaded appetite of the blase reveller of to-day the enjoyment of a home-set table, laden with the best and sweetest "salt-rising "bread spread thick with golden butter, fresh from the oldfashioned churn? The freshest of meats and fish regularly graced the well-laden board, in localities where the modern chef was unknown, where ice-cream was unheard of, and terrapin sauce and lobster salad found no place. House-raisings, log-rollings, barn-raisings, quilting bees, weddings, christenings, and even funerals, were times of feasting, though these last were divested of the gayety, but not of the gossip, that at other times abounded; and the sympathetic aid of an entire neighborhood was always voluntarily extended to any house of mourning. There were few if any wage-earners, the accommodating method of exchanging work among neighbors being generally in vogue.
Such, in brief, were the daily customs of the early settlers of the middle West, whose children wandered still farther westward in the forties and fifties, carrying with them the habits in which they had been reared to the distant Territory afterwards known as the "Whole of Oregon," which originally comprised the great Northwest Territory, where now flourish massive blocks of mighty States.
Prior to the time of the departure of the subjects of these chronicles for the goal of John Ranger's ambition, but one unusual occurrence had marred the lives and
