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In a time long ago, among the Multnomah people, there lived a head chief blessed with a cherished daughter. She was the light of his life, a precious gift after the loss of all his sons to battle, as he aged gracefully. With great care, he arranged her marriage to a young chief from the neighboring Clatsop tribe. The wedding festivities drew people from tribes far and wide, celebrating the union with races, contests, and feasting.
Yet, joy turned to despair as sickness descended upon the village without warning. The once lively celebration was shrouded in mourning as the illness claimed lives swiftly. Desperate, the chief sought counsel, but no solution emerged except from an aged medicine man who revealed a secret passed down through generations: a sacrifice was required to appease the Great Spirit and halt the devastation.
Despite the reluctance of the council, the chief summoned maidens of noble lineage, including his beloved daughter. The burden of sacrifice weighed heavily on her heart, torn between her love for her people and her desire to live. When her beloved fell ill, she knew her fate.
In a silent act of bravery, she journeyed alone to the cliff overlooking the Big River, offering herself to the Great Spirit. With arms outstretched, she beseeched for a sign of acceptance, and as the moon rose, she leaped into the abyss.
Miraculously, the sickness lifted, and hope dawned once more upon the village. Yet, the chief’s daughter was nowhere to be found. In solemn procession, they discovered her resting place below the towering cliff, where they laid her to rest.
As prayers ascended, a remarkable sight unfolded: a silvery stream cascaded from the cliff’s edge, a testament to the maiden’s sacrifice. Thus, Multnomah Falls was born, immortalizing the bravery and love of a young maiden who gave her life to save her people. And even now, in the quiet of winter, her spirit lingers, clad in white, overlooking the falls, a guardian of her enduring legacy.