The great northwest—that wonderful fron-tier that called to itself a world’s hardiest spirits—is rapidly becoming a settled country; and before the light of civilizing influences, the blanket-indian has trailed the buffalo over the sivide that time has set between the pioneer and the crowd, with his passing we have lost much of the aboriginal folk-lore, ruch in its fairy-like characters, and its relation to the lives of a most warlike people.