and water fermented. The bad Indians mix it with sugar, flour, dried
apples, and hops, and make a terribly intoxicating drink.]

"I guess Tyee Klake was right when he said all men were alike," said Ted,
sagely. "It seems to me that there are good and bad ones in all
countries. It's a pity you have had such bad white ones here in Alaska,
but I guess you have had good ones, too."

"Plenty good, plenty bad, Thlinkit men and Boston men," said Kalitan,
"all same."

CHAPTER VII

TWILIGHT TALES AND TOTEMS

"Once a small girl child went by night to bring water. In the skies above
she saw the Moon shining brightly, pale and placid, and she put forth her
tongue at it, which was an evil thing, for the Moon is old, and a
Thlinkit child should show respect for age. So the Moon would not endure
so rude a thing from a girl child, and it came down from the sky and took
her thither. She cried out in fear and caught at the long grass to keep
herself from going up, but the Moon was strong and took her with her
water-bucket and her bunch of grass, and she never came back. Her mother
wept for her, but her father said: 'Cease. We have other girl children;
she is now wedded to the Moon; to him we need not give a potlatch.'

"You may see her still, if you will look at the Moon, there, grass in one
hand, bucket in the other, and when the new Moon tips to one side and
the water spills from the clouds and it is the months of rain, it is the
bad Moon maiden tipping over her water-bucket upon the earth. No Thlinkit
child would dare ever to put her tongue forth at the Moon, for fear of a
like fate to that of Squiance, the Moon maiden."

Tanana's voice was soft and low and she looked very pretty as she sat in
the moonlight at the door of the hut and told Kalitan and Ted quaint old
stories. Ted was delighted with her tales, and begged for another and yet
another, and Tanana told the quaint story of Kagamil.

"A mighty _toyon_[9] dwelt on the island of Kagamil. By name he was
Kat-haya-koochat, and he was of great strength and much to be feared. He
had long had a death feud with people of the next totem, but the bold
warrior Yakaga, chieftain of the tribe, married the toyon's daughter, and
there was no more feud. Zampa was the son of Kat-haya-koochat, and his
pride. He built for this son a fine _bidarka_,[10] and the boy launched
it on the sea. His father watched him sail and called him to return, lest
evil befall. But Zampa heard not h