A golden star, like a lamp in the windows of heaven, hung over Mount Hood in the fading splendors of the twilight, and the great chief bent his eye upon it.
Suddenly the air was rent by a wail, and a rattle of shells and drums.

The body of Benjamin was being brought out of the lodge.

It was borne on a bier made of poles, and covered with boughs of pine and fir and red mountain phlox.

It was wrapped in a blanket, and strewn with odorous ferns.

Four young braves bore it, besmeared with war-paint.