Ted.

"Thlinkits not steal," said Kalitan, with dignity. "Maybe white man come
along and steal from his brothers; Indians not. If we go away to long
hunt, we _cache_ blankets and no one would touch."

"What do you mean by _cache_?" asked Ted.

"We build a mound hut near the house, and put there the blankets and
stores. Sometime they stay there for years, but no one would take from a
_cache_. If one has plenty of wood by the seashore or in the forest, he
may cord it and go his way and no one will touch it. A deer hangs on a
tree where dogs may not reach it, but no stray hunter would slice even a
piece. We are not thieves."

"It is a pity you could not send missionaries to the States, you
Thlinkits, my boy," said Mr. Strong, who had come up in time to hear
Kalitan's words, "I'm afraid white people are less honest."

"Teddy, do you know we are to have some hunting to-day, and that you'll
get your first experience with a glacier."

"Hurrah," shouted Ted, dancing up and down in excitement.

"Tyee Klake says we can hunt toward the base of the glacier, and I
shall try to go a little ways upon it and see how the land lies, or,
rather, the ice. It is getting warmer, and, if it continues a few days,
the snow will melt enough to let us go over to that island you are so
anxious to see."

Ted's eyes shone, and the amount of breakfast he put away quite prepared
him for his day's work, which, pleasant though it might be, certainly was
hard work. The chief said they must seek the glacier first before the sun
got hot, for it was blinding on the snow. So they set out soon after
breakfast, leaving Chetwoof in charge of the camp, and with orders to
catch enough fish for dinner.

"We'll be ready to eat them, heads and tails," said Ted, and his father
added, laughingly:

"'Bible, bones, and hymn-book, too.'"

"What does that mean?" asked Ted, as Kalitan looked up inquiringly.

"Once a writer named Macaulay said he could make a rhyme for any word in
the English language, and a man replied, 'You can't rhyme Timbuctoo.' But
he answered without a pause:

"If I were a Cassowary
On the plains of Timbuctoo,
I'd eat up a missionary,
Bible, bones, and hymn-book, too."

Ted laughed, but Kalitan said, grimly:

"Not good to eat Boston missionary, he all skin and bone!"

"Where did they get the name Alaska?" asked Ted, as they tramped over the
snow toward the glacier.

"Al-ay-ck-sa--great country," said Kalitan.

"It certainly i