The Columbia could be heard flowing.

The trees seemed listening.

Benjamin came upon the platform, reeling, and seemed about to speak to his father, but the old chief did not heed.
"My people, listen," repeated the chief.
A wild shriek of pain rent the air, and Benjamin dropped at the feet of his father.

It was his voice that uttered the cry of agony and despair as he fell.
What had happened?
The boy lay on the platform as one dead.

The old chief bent over him and laid his hand on his face.