he clouds, waves, and beasts, fish and birds. Heads
were crowned with the skulls of grizzly bears and small whales. A few
figures were disguised by pelts of animals, but instead of paws, huge
wooden hands with fingers more than a foot long, dangled from the
forearms.

Swimming Wolf, brave in a dance-blanket which bore the wolf emblem of
the Kagwantans, held his head proudly under the sacred hat of Kahanuk,
the Wolf, and on his face in red and blue was the Kia-sa-i-da, the red
mouth of the wolf when the lips are retracted.

As the White Chief made his way through the throng he noted with
satisfaction that Ellen Boreland and her sister were standing
spellbound in the doorway of the trading-post watching the primitive
masquerade. Even as he looked a creature broke suddenly from the crowd
and rushed toward them, half-running, half-flopping like a wounded
bird. To one side of its face half a moustache was attached. The
other cheek was adorned with red and blue paint. The hair was twisted
into a high peak and further decorated with the wings of a seagull. A
man's hair-seal waistcoat trimmed with red flannel hung from the
shoulders and from this streamed yards of brilliant colored calico
strips an inch wide.

As the figure reached the platform, the two white women shrank back in
the doorway. The half-portion of the moustache was raised in a
delighted grin.

"Heavens, Ellen!" gasped Jean, clutching her sister's arm. "It's that
jolly little Senott, Silvertip's squaw. The one that brought us the
strawberries the other day!"

Senott, proud in her Potlatch finery, came close and gazed with
friendly eyes at the white visitors.

"Ha! Ha!" she laughed. "You not know Senott? Senott all same
_kate-le-te_--all same seagull!" She threw out her arms raising them
up and down and lifting high her feet to represent a seagull alighting
at the edge of breaking surf.

"Bime-by you white 'oomans come along Senott--" she pointed in the
direction of Kilbuck's living-room windows under which he had caused a
great grave to be dug. "You come. Senott show you t'ings."

With a wide smile and a wave of her hand the gay Senott, apparently
forgetful of the white spouse at home nursing the broken head
she had given him, flapped away to join her Indian lover,
Hoots-noo, Heart-of-a-Grizzly, the handsome young husband of
Old-Woman-Who-Would-Not-Die.

At noon every soul in Katleean had assembled in front of the
trading-post. The bo