She was secretly pleased at Gretchen’s wonder and surprise at the new country, but somehow she felt it her duty to talk querulously, and to check the flow of the girl’s emotions, which she did much to excite.  Her own life had been so circumscribed and hard that the day seemed to be too bright to be speaking the truth.  She peered into the sky for a cloud, but there was none, on this dazzling Oregon morning.  The trail now opened for a long way before the eyes of the travelers.  Far ahead gleamed the pellucid waters of the Columbia, or Oregon.  Half-way between them and the broad, rolling river a dark, tall figure appeared.

“Gretchen?”

“What, mother?”

“Gretchen, look!  There goes the Yankee schoolmaster.  Came way out here over the mountains to teach the people of the wilderness, and all for nothing, too.  That shows that people have souls—­some people have.  Walk right along beside me, proper-like.  You needn’t ever tell any one that I ain’t your true mother.  If I ain’t ashamed of you, you needn’t be ashamed of me.  I wish that you were my own girl, now that you have said that you love me more than anybody else in the world.  That remark kind o’ touched me.  I know that I sometimes talk hard, but I mean well, and I have to tell you the plain truth so as to do my duty by you, and then I won’t have anything to reflect upon.

“Just look at him!  Straight as an arrow!  They say that his folks are rich.  Come out here way over the mountains, and is just going to teach school in a log school-house—­all made of logs and sods and mud-plaster, adobe they call it—­a graduate of Harvard College, too.”

A long, dark object appeared in the trees covered with bark and moss.  Behind these trees was a waterfall, over which hung the crowns of pines.  The sunlight sifted through the odorous canopy, and fell upon the strange, dark object that lay across the branching limbs of two ancient trees.

Gretchen stopped again.

“Mother, what is that?”

“A grave—­an Indian grave.”

The Indians bury their dead in the trees out here, or used to do so.  A brown hawk arose from the mossy coffin and winged its way wildly into the sunny heights of the air.  It had made its nest on the covering of the body.  These new scenes were all very strange to the young German girl.

The trail was bordered with young ferns; wild violets lay in beds of purple along the running streams, and the mountain phlox with its kindling buds carpeted the shelving ways under the murmuring pines.  The woman and girl came at last to a wild, open space; before them rolled the Oregon, beyond it stretched a great treeless plain, and over it towered a gigantic mountain, in whose crown, like a jewel, shone a resplendent glacier.

Just before them, on the bluffs of the river, under three gigantic evergreens, each of which was more than two hundred feet high, stood an odd structure of logs and sods, which the builders called the Sod School-house.  It was not a sod school-house in the sense in which the term has been applied to more recent structures in the treeless prairie districts of certain mid-ocean States; it was rudely framed of pine, and was furnished with a pine desk and benches.