THE WONDER-WORKER’S PIPE

IT was springtime on the Nass River. Teka the slave
sat shivering in the lee of a roaring driftwood fire on
the beach, not far from the Haida encampment, and
watched the busy scene before him. Beyond the canoes
of the fishing fleet he could see porpoises and sea-lions,
seals and whales and sharks, a hungry, baffled swarm
of sea animals that had followed the horde of little
silvery olachen fish from the distant ocean to the

very mouth of the river. The sound of their bellowings
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