Over all a solitary eagle beat the luminous air, and flocks of wild geese made their way, like V-letters, toward the Puget Sea.
The school soon joined the dusky company, and the pupils stood with uncovered heads around their Yankee pedagogue.

But the old chief came slowly.

After each few steps he would stop, fold his arms, and seem lost in contemplation.

These pauses were longer as he drew near the silent company.
Except the honks of the pilots of the flocks of wild geese, there was a dead silence everywhere.

Only eyes moved, and then furtively, toward the advancing chief.
[Illustration: _The old chief stood stoical and silent._] He reached the grave at last by these slow movements, and stepped upon the earth that had been thrown out of it, and folded his arms in view of all.