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occupy the singular assembly; for at these 
annual gatherings, when all jointly labour in 
catching and curing the winter supply of salmon, 
feuds and dislikes are for the time laid by, or, 
as they | express it, ‘The hatchet is 
buried.’ 
The medicine-men (doctors and conjurors) of 
the different tribes busily work their charms and 
incantations to Insure an abundant run of fish. 
One of the illustrations is drawn from a photo- 
graph of the falls. The Indians at first steadily 
refused to allow the photographer and his ma- 
chine to come near the falls, declaring it a 
box of bad ‘medicine’ that would surely drive 
every salmon away; and not until an old Romish 
priest who was at the trading-post explained 
it to them, did they permit a photograph to 
be taken. 
The watchers announce the welcome tidings 
of the salmon arrival, and the business begins. 
The baskets are hung in places where past 
experience has taught the Indians salmon ge- 
nerally leap, in theirattempts to clear the falls. 
The first few that arrive are frequently speared . 
from the rocks. They are in such vast numbers 
during the height of the ‘run,’ that one could 
not well throw a stone into the water at the 
