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even children, were given in payment for it. Thus
Teka had been given by his parents years before.

The Niskas had soon afterward included him in a
group of slaves which was turned over to a Haida
chief in payment for one of their big canoes, and Teka
had never been sorry. The Haidas were rich; their
lodges were warm, and there was always plenty to
eat. Had it not been for Kilko, the chief’s son, the
slave lad would have been happy and contented.

Kilko was sly and cruel, and much too lazy to be
good in any of the games and sports beloved by the
Haidas, in most of which the slave lad—with his keen
eyes and hard muscles—excelled. So Kilko hated
him and played many cruel tricks upon the defense-
less slave.

On this day all the men in the Haida encampment
were resting after a long trip over stormy waters from
their distant islands. In front of their hastily built
huts of bark and driftwood they were lounging idly,
basking in the warmth of the roaring fires, and talk-
ing to the many visitors who strolled along the shores
of the bay, carrying all the news of the Northland
from one camp to another.

As Teka sat beside the fire he heard Shim the Fool-
ish One coming up the beach, singing as he beat
upon his drum. Into the camp Shim marched, sing-
ing a song he had learned from the sailors on one
of the trading vessels. “Ho, ho, ho! Angland’s ship

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