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Bears were quite a rarity, but sometimes an old cinnamon or even a big black bruin would venture down in search of fresh fish, which he would catch cleverly with his great paws. Kalitan and Ted fished awhile, and then Ted wandered away a little, wondering what lay around a point of rock which he had never yet explored.
The queer thing about a mirage is that you usually see the very thing most unlikely to be found in that particular locality. In the Sahara, men see flowers and trees and fountains, and here on this glacier we see a splendid city." "It certainly is queer. What makes glaciers, daddy?" Ted was even more interested than usual in his father's talk because of Kalitan, whose dark eyes never left Mr.
"We shall stay in camp until the blue jay comes," said the old chief, smiling, "and then seek the village of my people." "What does the blue jay mean?" asked Ted, timidly, for he was very much in awe of this grave old man. Kalitan said something in Thlinkit to his uncle, and the old chief, looking kindly at the boy, replied with, a nod: "I will tell you the story of the blue jay," he said.
"We have five kinds of berries on our island," said Kalitan. "All good. The birds, flying from the mainland, first brought the seeds, and our berries grow larger than almost any place in Alaska." "They're certainly good," said Ted, his mouth full as he spoke. "These salmon-berries are a kind of a half-way between our blackberries and strawberries.
Kalitan insisted that Ted should have it, though he could have gotten forty dollars for it from a white trader, and Ted was rejoiced at the idea of taking it home to make a set of furs for Judith. One day Ted had a strange experience, and not a very pleasant one, which might have been very serious had it not been for Kalitan.
We can take you there, you will see many things, and your boy will hunt with Kalitan." "Where is your island?" asked Mr. Strong. Ted said nothing, but his eyes were fixed eagerly upon his father. It was easy to see that he wished to accept the invitation. "Out there." Tyee Klake pointed toward where the white coast-line seemed to fade into silvery blue.
Strong, "and we will gladly share your fire until we are warm enough to go on." Ted's face fell. "Must we go right away?" he asked. "This is such a jolly place." "No go to-day," said Kalitan, briefly, to Chetwoof. "Colesnass." "Huh!" said Chetwoof. "Think some." "Here comes my uncle," said Kalitan, and he ran eagerly to meet an old Indian who came toward the camp from the shore.
"I must have gotten hold of some kind of a cactus," he said to Kalitan, who only replied: "Huh! picked hedgehog," as he pointed to where Ted's cactus was ambling indignantly away with every quill rattling and set straight out in anger at having his morning nap disturbed.
There was a great deal of pride in his tone and look, and he received a warm welcome as the canoes touched land and their occupants sprang on shore. The boys crowded around the young Indian and chattered and gesticulated toward Ted, while a bright-looking little Malamute sprang upon Kalitan and nearly knocked him down, covering his face with eager puppy kisses.
Toward the shore, which swept in toward the river's mouth in a sheltered cove, were clumps of trees, giant fir, aspen, and hemlock, green and beautiful, while seaward swept the waves in white-capped loveliness. Kalitan ushered them to the camp with great politeness and considerable pride. "You've a good place to camp," said Mr.
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