. The call of the West -letters from British Columbia . QUATSINO INDIAN VILLAGE. INDIAN CANOES, QUATSINO. To face p. 100. THE ISLAND 101 out, where there was still water, for this side ofKoprino Harbour is very shallow. The answering shouts were very plain now, and1 felt that if I could get round that next point,a mile from the rancheree, I should see the launchclose by. But as I approached the point, the rockyshore came to an end. and 1 had to climb up onto the bank. The trees grew right down on theedge, overhanging the water, but I struggled ona little farther, climbing in among the trees an
. The call of the West -letters from British Columbia . QUATSINO INDIAN VILLAGE. INDIAN CANOES, QUATSINO. To face p. 100. THE ISLAND 101 out, where there was still water, for this side ofKoprino Harbour is very shallow. The answering shouts were very plain now, and1 felt that if I could get round that next point,a mile from the rancheree, I should see the launchclose by. But as I approached the point, the rockyshore came to an end. and 1 had to climb up onto the bank. The trees grew right down on theedge, overhanging the water, but I struggled ona little farther, climbing in among the trees andunderbrush, for the open water below enabled meto see a little, but soon I had to come to a I shouted again, and, oh, horror ! the replycame from away back in the opposite direction,and I knew, as I had hall suspected for sometime, thai the answering shout had been nothingbut a mocking echo all along, and that I had comeall this way on a wild-goose chase ! So sorrowfully 1 made my way back to therancheree. My clothes were wet, and my feetsoaking after all this trav
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