Maquina was informed of the terrible state of the warrior’s mind by his sister, Tootooch’s wife.  He went to the haunted man’s house, taking Mr. Thompson and Mr. Jewett with him.  “We found him raving about the two murdered men, Hall and Wood,” says Jewett.  “Maquina placed provisions before him, but he would not eat.”

At last the distressed tyee, induced by hunger, put forth his hand to touch the food.  But he suddenly drew it back, saying that Hall and Wood were there.

“They will not let me eat,” said he, with a look of despair and terror.

Maquina pointed to Thompson and Jewett.

“Is it they who have bewitched you?” he asked.

“Wik (no); John klashish (is good), Thompson klashish (is good).”

He arose and piteously put his hand on Jewett’s shoulder, and, pointing to the food offered him, he said, “Eat.”

“Eat it yourself,” replied Mr. Jewett.  “Hall and Wood are not there.”

“You can not see them,” he answered; “I can.  I know that you can not see them.”

“What do you do in your own country in such cases as this?” asked Maquina.

“We confine the person and whip him,” said Jewett.

The chief ordered that the haunted warrior should be confined and whipped; but the pain did not relieve the warrior’s mind of the terrible vision of the two men that he had killed.  He grew more wild.  He would torture his slaves for diversion.  His wife fled from him.  The vision continued until he became completely exhausted, and Death came with a merciful face.

“Early in June,” says Mr. Jewett, “Tootooch, the crazy chief, died.  The whole village set up a loud cry.  The body was laid on a plank, and the head bound with a red fillet.  It was then wrapped in an otter-skin robe and placed in a large coffin, which was ornamented with rows of white shells.  It was buried by night in a cavern.”

The tyees or chiefs had discussed often the policy of putting Mr. Jewett and Mr. Thompson to death, and so end all evidence of the destruction of the Boston in the event of new ships appearing on the coast.  But the spectacle of Tootooch staring at the ghosts of the men that he had killed, and wasting away amid days and nights of horror, made them fear that the other warriors engaged in the massacre would become affected in the like way, and deterred them from any further violence.  Jewett was at last rescued by a trading-ship, and was taken to the Columbia River, where he arrived shortly after the visit of Lewis and Clarke, of the famous expedition that bears these names.  He finally came to New England and settled in Middletown, Conn.  His history gives a very picturesque view of the habits and customs of the Indians on the Northwest coast nearly a century ago.  The book can be found in antiquarian libraries, and should be republished in the interest of American folk-lore.  The truth of the incidents gives the whole narrative a vivid and intense interest; it reads like De Foe.