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Updated: May 12, 2025
"Kla-how-ya, Tillicum," I greeted, dragging her into the warmth and comfort of my "den," and relieving her of her inseparable basket, and removing her rain-soaked shawl. Before she spoke she gave that peculiar gesture common to the Indian woman from the Atlantic to the Pacific.
You might look round and see whether you can line something up for us. I'd like about a two-thousand-ton boat; and we could charter her for a year." "There's only one vessel available," the man addressed as Heyfuss answered; "and that's the Tillicum. Cappy Ricks had her laid up in Oakland Creek " Matt moved away and approached a clerk at the desk.
In telling me the legend of "The Lost Talisman," my good tillicum, the late Chief Capilano, began the story with the almost amazing question, Had I ever heard of Napoleon Bonaparte? It was some moments before I just caught the name, for his English, always quaint and beautiful, was at times a little halting; but when he said, by way of explanation, "You know big fighter, Frenchman.
When they reached the inlet the river fell into, and found only the Tillicum's dinghy lying on the shingle, Nasmyth, looking down the lane of smooth green water somewhat anxiously, noticed that the sea was flecked with white. The Tillicum, as he remembered, was also lying well out from the beach. "We had better get off at once," he said. "The breeze is freshening, and this dinghy isn't very big."
Then, when you get your first mate's license, I'll put you in our Tillicum, where you'll learn how to handle a big vessel; and by the time you get your master's license for steam you'll be ready to start for Philadelphia to bring out the finest freighter on this Coast. How does that prospect strike you?" Matt's eyes glowed.
My young tillicum had finished his tradition, and his great solemn eyes regarded me half-wistfully. "I wish you could see Homolsom Rock," he said. "For that is he who was once the Tyee of the West Wind." "Were you ever becalmed around Point Grey?" I asked irrelevantly. "Often," he replied.
The King Georgeman "So the little King Georgeman comes to-morrow, eh, Tillicum?" asked the old Lillooet hunter.
He said he thought it all a very queer proceeding; but, since he was no longer in command of the Tillicum, it wasn't up to him to ask questions, and he agreed to my proposition. However, he said he thought he ought to wire the company acknowledging receipt of their instructions with reference to surrendering his command and I agreed with him that he should.
"And, oh! Tillicum," I cried, "have your good brown ears actually listened to the call of the falls across the canyon the Falls of Lillooet?" "My ears have heard them whisper, laugh, weep," she replied in Chinook. "Yes," I answered, "they do all those things. They have magic voices those dear, far-off falls!"
The legend was ended. Long ago we had passed the island with its "Grey Archway"; it was melting into the twilight, far astern. As I brooded over this strange tale of a daughter's devotion, I watched the sea and sky for something that would give me a clue to the inevitable sequel that the tillicum, like all his race, was surely withholding until the opportune moment.
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