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Updated: September 12, 2025
I'm not like dis place." "Why," said Rob, "they're graves, and these are crosses I think that one with the double arms must be one of the old Russian crosses. Was there ever a village here, Skookie?" The Aleut lad nodded his head. "Long times, my peoples live here some day. Russian mans come here, plenty big boats; plenty shoot my peoples.
Sure enough, there was the mark of a man's foot, evidently that of a man wearing mukluks, or seal boots. The boys looked at one another. "Him come," said Skookie, making signs of catching salmon. He made other signs of going to sleep, putting his hands against his cheek and closing his eyes, and then pointing up the hills. He pointed from the hills to the creek.
Skookie did not say anything, but once in a while cast an anxious eye toward the head of the bay. "Is it all right, Skookie?" asked Rob. "I dinno," answered Skookie, and bent again to his oar. "So long as the sea doesn't break," said Rob, "we can ride these rollers all right. It's when she goes white that you want to look out." Perhaps this was precisely what Skookie had feared.
At last, like a young hound, he left their course and began to circle around, crossing farther on what they now discovered to be an easily distinguishable trail made by some sort of small animal. "What is it? What's up, Skookie?" asked John, whose curiosity always was in evidence. The Aleut boy did not at first reply, because he did not know how to do so.
"And we'll start this very morning, because the bay is perfectly calm and there seems no danger of rough weather. It'll be cold up in the mountains, so we'll take one blanket for each two of us, and those that don't carry blankets will carry grub. We two will take our rifles, John, and Skookie the axe. We'll get on famously, I am sure."
A moment later it was lost as it moved into the cover of the alder thicket; but even as they hesitated they saw arising a thin wreath of blue smoke, which proved to them that the figure they had seen was a man, and no doubt the one for whom they were looking. Skookie looked serious, his brown face drawn into a frown of anxiety and fear.
I've heard they catch foxes sometimes silver-grays or blacks, you know that are worth three or four hundred dollars." "Or even more," added Rob; "but that is when they're very prime, and when they bring the top of the market." Skookie looked from one to the other, but finally made up his own mind.
Skookie, always docile and willing to obey, once more led the way, carrying the fox under his arm. At last he seated himself on the ground, sharpened his knife-blade on a stone, and began to skin out the fox, much as an old trapper would.
Some of these had rude cross-arms at their tops, others two cross-arms, the lower one nailed up at a slant. The boys regarded these curiously, but Skookie seemed anxious to move on. "Why, what's up, Skookie? What's the matter?" asked Rob. "What do these posts mean, that look like crosses?" "Dead mans here plenty, plenty dead mans, long time," said Skookie. "No mans live here now.
"If we can't pull him up and maybe we'd cut the rope on the rocks trying to do that why, then, how is he going to get out of that?" Skookie, seeing that they had but little success in lifting the heavy weight at the other end of the rope, now, without any orders, tried a plan of his own.
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