. The call of the West -letters from British Columbia . as living, apparently alone, all theother Indians being employed at the cannery acrossthe Sound. At the rancheree he pulled the canoe up onthe shore, and made it fast, refusing pointblank to let me take it out and go tp the launchmyself. So I set off along the shore, but presently had toclimb up on to a rocky height, and could get nofarther without going through the bush. It wasnow quite dark, and travelling through the bushwas altogether out of the question. Knowing that I couldnt be very far from themouth of the lagoon, I shouted repeat
. The call of the West -letters from British Columbia . as living, apparently alone, all theother Indians being employed at the cannery acrossthe Sound. At the rancheree he pulled the canoe up onthe shore, and made it fast, refusing pointblank to let me take it out and go tp the launchmyself. So I set off along the shore, but presently had toclimb up on to a rocky height, and could get nofarther without going through the bush. It wasnow quite dark, and travelling through the bushwas altogether out of the question. Knowing that I couldnt be very far from themouth of the lagoon, I shouted repeatedly at thetop of my voice, when, to my surprise, an answeringshout came from the opposite direction, farther my way back towards the rancheree, Icontinued shouting, and the answer grew graduallylouder. So I kept on, right past the the smoke was rising from my friends shack,and out towards the next point. Evidently, the tidehaving gone out, my man had taken his launch outafter firing the rifle-shots, and anchored her farther. QUATSINO INDIAN VILLAGE
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