cast his shadow north and south, with Yuk-stees wind, they would
set sail for Tsomass land.

That day in every house, in varied occupation, each family was
busied. The cedar boards, which form the sides and roof of all their
homes, were piled upon canoes. Atop of these were set their household
goods, the mats of cedar bark, the wooden tubs in which they boiled
their fish, the spears of flint, their hooks of bone, their fishing
lines of kelp, and mattresses of water reeds. Large quantities of
clams and mussels, also salmon cured by smoke they took with them,
for Wick-in-in-ish planned to give a great potlatch to the strange
tribe of Indian girls, from which his eldest son had chosen one to
be his wife.

Next morning long before the sun had reached the zenith they had set
sail for Tsomass land. It truly must have been a sight to see that
fleet of dark canoes, piled high with all the wealth of that great
tribe, as with the sails of cedar bark filled with the Yuk-stees
wind, they glided by the green or rocky shores which led them inland
to the pleasant Tsomass land. Before the shadows of the night had
spread among the gloomy conifers, the dark canoes had rounded
Wak-a-nit, when, taking down their sails of cedar bark, they paddled
silently close to the shore.

When near Tin-nim-ah, where the Indians say they find good stone for
sharpening arrow points, they rested on their paddles, and first
heard the women singing in their cedar lodge. Then Wick-in-in-ish
addressed his tribe. "My children we have sailed for many miles,
and our little ones are hungry and weary. Let us sojourn near this
old spruce."

Thus they encamped near the conifer, and called the place
Toha-a-muk-is after the spruce they were afraid to touch. Water they
carried from near Kak-a-mak-kook, named from the alders growing round
the stream. All through the night they heard the salmon splash to
free themselves, so many Indians say, from sea lice clinging to their
silver sides, and their hearts were happy with that refrain, which
spoke to them of great supplies of food.

Early next day, before the forest trees were gilded by the glorious
rising sun, the people heard the call of many birds, and looking
northward where the Tsomass flows, forth from the mist, which in the
early morning hangs like a veil of gauze among the trees, they saw a
flock of Sand Hill cranes appear. They flew far above their heads and
gradually ascending to the sky, vanished from their