We had lived in the mission house but a short while when I discovered that the Indians camped near us, were quite as much afraid of the swamp as I was, but they were afraid of it because the old Medicine Man was buried there, and our boys used to play tricks on them. The spring was not far from Se-wal-a-wal's grave. As great as was the awe in which the Indians held the Medicine Man, it could not discount the fact that digging was work. So when he died, they selected a place just near enough to the swamp that a shallow hole could be scooped out of the soft mud. Then they rolled him in his blanket and covered him with those personal belongings that he was apt to need in the spirit world, and covered him up with mud. I never saw him, for he had been dead for several years when we bought the place, but the Indians told us about him. There was a couple of boys who hung around our house a great deal, and Mother gave them things to eat and sometimes asked them to do simple chores about the house. The path to the spring passed within a few feet of Se-wal-a-wal's grave, and when sent for water, the boys would pass that place, shaking their fists and daring him to come out and meet them upon any terms that he might choose. And, like other boys, who whistled when alone in a scary place, the two Indians kept up their courage by making all the noise that they possibly could. Col. Ford had come to visit us and with him was his Negro man, Scott. Scott was the homeliest black man that I ever saw. He could turn his eyes till the color part was quite hidden and open his mouth so wide that the rest of his face seemed almost to disappear entirely. The two Indian boys had never seen a Negro, so our boys planned a wicked prank. They kept Scott out of sight till it was quite dark. They had hollowed out a big pumpkin and carved an ugly face in it and put a lighted tallow dip inside. They placed the jack-o'-lantern in a stump near Se-wal-a-wal's grave with Scott directly in the line of light. He was told to turn his eyes and open his big mouth when the Indian boys were quite close. They had arranged a string so that at a given signal, they could jerk the cap off of the jack-o'-lantern. When it was quite dark and everything was ready, the unsuspecting Indians were sent to the spring for a bucket of water. Neither of them would have owned to being afraid, so they went readily enough, but when they came to that part of the path, daring the Medicine Man daring him to just come out and show himself, then the cap was jerked off the ugly, grinning jack-o'-lantern and Scott's hideously contorted face was within a few feet of them. They gave one look and then a blood curdling yell and ran pell-mell toward the house, screaming, "Nanick, nanick, nanick," (look) at the tops of their voices. Everyone ran to see what ailed the terror stricken boys. They were so frightened that they could only point toward the spring, so the older ones went to investigate, they found our boys and Scott convulsed with laughter. But Mother put a stop to their fun so quickly and so emphatically that they were glad enough to forget it as quickly as they could. Not only were they glad to forget it, but they took plenty of care not to repeat anything of that kind. They were told to leave the Indian boys strictly alone and they knew better than to disobey Mother. Her word was final. Walt Davies Monmouth, OR