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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Oh, Daddy, what is that? It looks like a queer, tangled up forest, all bare branches in the summer." "That's a reindeer herd lying down for their noonday rest. What you see are their antlers. How would you like to be in the midst of that forest of branches?" asked Mr. Strong. "No, thank you," said Teddy, but Kalitan said: "Reindeer very gentle; they will not hurt unless very much frightened."
Best for girls to stay at home at the will of their fathers until they get husbands." "So you've been in Wrangel," said Ted to Kalitan. "We went there, too. It's a dandy place. Do you remember the fringe of white mountains back of the harbour? The people said the woods were full of game, but we didn't have time to go hunting.
"Once a writer named Macaulay said he could make a rhyme for any word in the English language, and a man replied, 'You can't rhyme Timbuctoo. But he answered without a pause: "If I were a Cassowary On the plains of Timbuctoo, I'd eat up a missionary, Bible, bones, and hymn-book, too." Ted laughed, but Kalitan said, grimly: "Not good to eat Boston missionary, he all skin and bone!"
"My name is Ted Strong," he said, genially, grinning cheerfully at the young Alaskan, "I say this is a jolly place. I wish you would teach me to fish in a snow-hole. It must be great fun. I like you; let's be friends!" Kalitan took the boy's hand in his own rough one. "Olo?" "Yes," said Mr. Strong, "hungry and cold."
Tyee said: 'Catch fish for Boston men's breakfast, and I go." "Do you always mind him like that?" asked Ted. He generally obeyed his father, but there were times when he wasn't anxious to and argued a little about it. Kalitan looked at him in astonishment. "He chief!" he said, simply. "What will we do with the camp if we all go hunting?" asked Ted. "Nothing," said Kalitan.
Kalitan was a Thlinkit, though, if you asked him, he would say he was "Klinkit." This is a tribe which has puzzled wise people for a long time, for the Thlinkits are not Esquimos, not Indians, not coloured people, nor whites. They are the tribes living in Southeastern Alaska and along the coast.
Ted had listened spellbound to this poetic speech and gazed at Kalitan in open-mouthed amazement. A boy who could talk like that was a new and delightful playmate, and he said: "Tell me more about things, Kalitan," but the Indian was silent, ashamed of having spoken. "What do you do all day when you are at home?" persisted the American.
"The Kooshta comes sometimes," said Kalitan, "The Shaman used to cast him out, but now the white doctor can do it, unless the kooshta is too strong." Ted was puzzled as to Kalitan's exact meaning, but did not like to ask too many questions for fear of being impolite, so he only said: "Being sick is not very nice, anyhow." "To be bewitched is the most terrible," said Kalitan, gravely.
"I went for a few months to the Mission School at Wrangel," said Kalitan. "I learned much there. They teach the boys to read and write and do sums and to work the ground besides. They learn much more than the girls." "Huh!" said the old chief, grimly. "Girls learn too much. They no good for Indian wives, and white men not marry them.
"Boys should not talk about big things," said the old chief suddenly. He had been sitting quietly over the fire, and spoke so suddenly that Kalitan collapsed into silence. Ted, too, quieted down at the old chiefs stern voice and manner, and both boys sat and listened to the men talking, while the snow still swirled about them. Tyee Klake told Mr.
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