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 visage changed, I felt it a great privilege that I could put her in so safe and quiet and desirable a restingplace as the grave. Although her grave is in sight every time I step out of the door, yet my thoughts seldom wander there. I look above, where her joys are perfect."

In a home-made casket the stricken parents and the weeping Indians consigned to her grave the goldenhaired Cayuse temi, the light of the Whitman mission.