Where the Sun Swings North

long, white, scarf-like clouds streaked the blue. "Mares' tails" Kayak Bill called them, as he stood on the beach shifting his sombrero forward over his eyes so that he might better engage himself

f stood on a driftlog watching Boreland load the last trifles into a whale-boat some hundred yards below him. One hand was hooked beneath the tr

f searching for weather signs, and sauntered over to him. His

I'm not goin' round tellin' all I know about you. Everybody to his own cemetery, I say." The old man took his pipe from his mouth and faced the trader again. "But before I go a-rampin' off on this vacation o' mine, I want to say this, Chief: I'm not knowin' nothin' but hearsay about this Isl

yak. I'll take care of the grub all right. You sa

omen in the game before. Women and dogs is hell for startin' troub

r laughed

eem to be seeing off th

I'll be along and get

cutter friends will

moment. Then with seeming

I knew a woman . . . and a man. He cheat

s shout from the whale-boat. "Come

the ashes from his pipe he restored it to

em good-bye. Senott, self-appointed spokeswoman for her shyer sisters, was shoving forward a plump,

ttle-Brown-Box. She Add-'m-up Sam 'ooman. She go Kon Klayu long time ago. She sorry you go. No river on dat island. No salmon, no tree, no m

e circle. Her conventional training evidently asserted itself, for

blue eyes raised to his face, the sea-wind blowing her hair across the

xpression in his eyes just before he struck her in the face with the flat of his hand. "One might almost think you are afraid of me. But . . . though you will not stay at Katleean, I'll always have so

l gaze fixed on his face, when he reached out, and as if merely to shake her h

r son with a pigeon. Take good care of it. It was hatched here-and it's your only means of communicating with the mainland. And listen-" he leaned down almost whispering the words-"When I want a squaw,

ng with outraged helplessness and

The cheery voice of her husband rang out

er halfway, and seizing her hand, the two hurried down to the whale-boat. Fr

he stern. The sails were hoisted and a moment later the little craft listed slightly as she caught the breeze. The

!" shouted the few w

-wah-cu-sha!" echoed the

ack as the Hoonah rounded the wooded point that

the schooner's path, dragging their fat, black bodies in splashing clumsiness across the water. The wind freshened and the rigging strained and creaked as the Hoonah swung to the long, wrin

kind, for Silvertip at the wheel was headed out into the lone

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