So this was her father's foe — the dreaded Tulameen!

所以这是她父亲的敌人——可怕的图拉米恩！

'For, ' he said, as he sang his farewell war-song, 'my heart lies dead in the Tulameen River'.

“因为，”他一边唱着他的告别战歌一边说，“我的心死在了图拉明河中”。

His eyes burned with warm fires, as she approached, but his lips said simply: 'I have crossed the Tulameen River'.

当她走近时， 他的眼睛燃烧着温暖的火焰， 但他的嘴唇只是简单地说：“我已经过了图拉明河” 。

That is why this laughter, the sobbing murmur of the beautiful Tulameen, will haunt for evermore the ear that has once listened to its song.

这就是为什么这笑声，美丽的 Tulameen 的啜泣声，将永远萦绕在曾经听过它的歌声的耳朵里。

It is the voice of the restless Tulameen as it dances and laughs through the rocky throat of the canyon, three hundred feet below.

这是不安分的 Tulameen 在下方 300 英尺的峡谷岩石喉咙中跳舞和大笑时发出的声音。

It seemed an unequal battle, for the old, experienced, war-tried chief and his two astute sons were pitted against a single young Tulameen brave.

这似乎是一场不平等的战斗， 因为这位年长、经验丰富、身经百战的酋长和他的两个精明的儿子要与一个年轻的图拉米勇士较量。

Then, one morning, as the lovers walked together on the heights above the far upper reaches of the river, even the ever-watchful eyes of the Tulameen failed to detect the lurking enemy.

然后，一天早上，当这对恋人一起走在河流上游远方的高处时，即使是 Tulameen 永远警惕的眼睛也未能发现潜伏的敌人。

But the most haunting of all the melodies is the warbling laughter of the Tulameen; its delicate note is far more powerful, more far-reaching than the throaty thunders of Niagara.

但所有旋律中最令人难以忘怀的是图拉门 (Tulameen) 颤抖的笑声。它细腻的音符比尼亚加拉的雷鸣般的雷声更强大、更深远。

Like two evil-winged birds of prey those arrows sped across the laughing river, but before they found their mark in the breast of the victorious Tulameen the girl had unconsciously stepped before him.

那些箭像两只长着邪恶翅膀的猛禽一样飞过欢笑的河流，但在它们射中胜利的图拉米恩胸膛之前，女孩已经不自觉地走到了他的面前。

The choir-voices of the Tulameen are yet very far away across the summit, but the heights of the Nicola are the silent prayer that holds the human soul before the first great chords swell down from the organ-loft.

Tulameen 合唱团的声音在山顶上还很远，但尼古拉的高处是沉默的祈祷，在第一个伟大的和弦从管风琴阁楼传来之前，它承载着人类的灵魂。