uth of the Dosewallups after these Indians
arrived there; they knew her; they had seen her rowing about, and she
always carried a good many traps; an easel, sun umbrella, cushions, a
steamer rug. I had only to lie down in the bottom of the boat, and she
would cover me. And she drew back the flap of the nearest tent and told me
to change my clothes for a brown suit she laid out, and canvas shoes.
'Come,' she urged, 'there's time enough but none to waste; and any minute
the Indians may surprise you.'

"She was waiting with the rug and pillows and a pair of oars when I came
out, and helped me carry them to the boat which was beached a short
distance below her camp. When it was launched, and I was stowed under the
baggage, with an ample breathing hole through which I could watch the
rower, she pushed off and fell into a long, even stroke. Presently I
noticed she had nice eyes, brown and very deep, and I thought her face was
beautiful. It had the expressiveness, the swift intelligence that goes
with a strong personality, and through all her determination, I felt a
running note of caution. I knew she saw clearly while she braved the
extremity. After a while her breast began to rise and fall with the
exercise, her cheeks flushed, and I saw she had met the flood tide. All
this time the voice of the squaw grew steadily nearer. I imagined her, as
I had seen others before, kneeling on the bank, rocking herself, beating
her breast. Then it came over me that we were forced to hug the shore to
avoid one of the reedy shallows that choked the estuary and must pass very
close to her. The next moment there was a lull, and the girl looked across
her shoulder and called 'Clahowya!' At the same time she rested on her
oars long enough to take off her hat and toss it with careless directness
on my breathing hole. The squaw's answer came from above me, and she
repeated and intoned the word so that it seemed part of her dirge.
'Clahowya! Clahowya! Clahowya! Wake tenas papoose. Halo! Halo!' The
despair of it cut me worse than lashes. Then I heard other voices; a dog
barked, and I understood we were skirting the encampment.

"After that the noise grew fainter, and in a little while the girl
uncovered my face. The channel had widened; the tang of salt came on the
wind; and when I ventured to raise my head a little, I saw the point at
the mouth of the river looming purple-black. Then, as we began to round
it, we came suddenly on a canoe, drifting b