WARFARE 365

and Sink’/usam soon discovered a protected hollow where, having covered
himself with leaves and rotten wood, he went to sleep. When he awoke
in the morning the war-party had moved away.

Without clothing to protect him from thorny bushes, Sink /Jusam
could not pass through the forest, so he climbed above the tree-line and
made his way to the west side of South Bentinck Arm, not far from the
place where he had been captured. With much difficulty and many
scratches, he made his way down to sea-level and paddled across the fiord
on alog. Then he climbed up once more, and crossed the mountains to
Bella Coola above the tree limit. The one survivor of the attack had
taken the same route when bearing the evil tidings. Women were wailing
and weeping when a naked man was seen coming down the mountain-
side; it was Sinklusam. They welcomed him as one returned from the
dead; in earlier years he had boasted that, if ever captured, he would
escape, and it was recognized that he had made good his promise.

The defeat at Ta/-io rankled in the mind of Siwid, who made another
attack on the stockade a few years later. This time it was fully manned
and the assailants suffered even more severely than before. As they
advanced with a ram, one of the defenders fired a powerful charge and
the bullet passed through the bodies of several of the raiders. This so
discouraged them that they dragged away the bodies of the slain and
departed, having killed only two Ta/-io men. As they were going home-
wards, they chanced to pass beneath a precipitous mountain on which
two young Bella Coola were hunting. The latter fired on them at long
range and were fortunate enough to register several hits.

After this second failure, Siwid decided to make Bella Coola itself his
next objective. With this aim in view, a party of Kwakiutl raiders set
out one year. As is customary, they hid during the daytime when in
hostile territory, and happened to be in a small harbour below Green Bay
when a party of Kimsquit, en route to Bella Coola, landed there for water.
As one of them, the uncle of a man of fifty in 1923, was drinking at a
stream he was fired upon, whereat he hastily concealed himself. A skirmish
ensued in which the same man was wounded in the arm. By this time he
was some distance from the sea, and he tried to crawl back over the crest
of a low ridge to regain the shore. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in the
back and thought he had been hit once more; he continued his flight till he
found that his bark-cape had become ignited, and was the cause of the
second discomfort. He threw it off and contrived to escape. Another
Kimsquit man was wounded in the back but hid himself within a hollow
tree.

After this trifling success, the marauders decided to return home.
Early the next morning, when paddling down Burke Channel to the east