The city should raise a monument to him, that he may see that he is kindly remembered when he comes back to visit the associations of his name and life.

Or, better for his shade, the city should kindly care for his daughter, poor old Angeline Seattle, who at the time of this writing (1890) is a beggar in the streets of uplifting commercial palaces and lovely homes! We visited her in her hut outside of the city some months ago, to ask her if she saved Seattle in 1855, by giving information to the pioneers that the woods around it were full of lurking Indians, bent on a plot to destroy it; for there is a legend that on that shadowy December night, when Seattle was in peril, and the council of Indian warriors met and resolved to destroy the town before morning, Jim, a friendly Indian, was present at the conference as a spy.

He found means to warn the pioneers of their immediate danger.
The ship of war Decatur, under Captain Gansevoort, lay in the harbor.

Jim, who had acted in the Indian council, secretly, in the interest of the town, had advised the chiefs to defer the attack until early in the morning, when the officers of the Decatur would be off their guard.
[Illustration: _Middle block-house at the Cascades._] Night fell on the Puget Sea.

The people went into the block-house to sleep, and the men of the Decatur guarded the town, taking their stations on shore.