The trading operations of the inhabitants of Wish-ram had given them a wider scope of information, and rendered their village a kind of headquarters of intelligence.  Mr. Hunt was able, therefore, to collect more distinct tidings concerning the settlement of Astoria and its affairs.  One of the inhabitants had been at the trading post established by David Stuart on the Oakinagan, and had picked up a few words of English there.  From him, Mr. Hunt gleaned various particulars about that establishment, as well as about the general concerns of the enterprise.  Others repeated the name of Mr. M’Kay, the partner who perished in the massacre on board of the Tonquin, and gave some account of that melancholy affair.  They said Mr. M’Kay was a chief among the white men, and had built a great house at the mouth of the river, but had left it and sailed away in a large ship to the northward where he had been attacked by bad Indians in canoes.  Mr. Hunt was startled by this intelligence, and made further inquiries.  They informed him that the Indians had lashed their canoes to the ship, and fought until they killed him and all his people.  This is another instance of the clearness with which intelligence is transmitted from mouth to mouth among the Indian tribes.  These tidings, though but partially credited by Mr. Hunt, filled his mind with anxious forebodings.  He now endeavored to procure canoes, in which to descend the Columbia, but none suitable for the purpose were to be obtained above the Narrows; he continued on, therefore, the distance of twelve miles, and encamped on the bank of the river.  The camp was soon surrounded by loitering savages, who went prowling about seeking what they might pilfer.  Being baffled by the vigilance of the guard, they endeavored to compass their ends by other means.  Towards evening, a number of warriors entered the camp in ruffling style; painted and dressed out as if for battle, and armed with lances, bows and arrows, and scalping knives.  They informed Mr. Hunt that a party of thirty or forty braves were coming up from a village below to attack the camp and carry off the horses, but that they were determined to stay with him and defend him.  Mr. Hunt received them with great coldness, and, when they had finished their story, gave them a pipe to smoke.  He then called up all hands, stationed sentinels in different quarters, but told them to keep as vigilant an eye within the camp as without.

The warriors were evidently baffled by these precautions, and, having smoked their pipe, and vapored off their valor, took their departure.  The farce, however, did not end here.  After a little while the warriors returned, ushering in another savage, still more heroically arrayed.  This they announced as the chief of the belligerent village, but as a great pacificator.  His people had been furiously bent upon the attack, and would have doubtless carried it into effect, but this gallant chief had stood forth as the friend of