THE HIDDEN ISLAND

One day many years ago, Kahala and his sister Kilsa
lay on the sandy beach in front of Quasset, town
of many totem poles, and watched the chief and his
men make preparations for a seal- and otter-hunt;
watched them fill the big canoes with chests of food
and water, spears, harpoons and otter clubs, long
stout ropes of spruce and cedar fiber for deep-sea
fishing, bows and arrows, skins, and many other
things which would be needed on the journey to the
deep-sea hunting-grounds far away from the village.

Kahala watched with envious eyes as the slaves
hurried back and forth from the large plank houses to
the canoes upon the shore, the long carved canoes for
which the Haida Indians were famous throughout the
Northland.

At last the loaded canoes were shoved off the shingle,

the sails were unfurled, and the graceful craft, like
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