Missionshouse at Massett.

hissing was the signal made by the Haidas from their canoes
to one another. The youth was the only one saved of a
crew of a canoe that, unobserved by the rest, struck a sunken
rock and was smashed to pieces. ;

“At length we reached Massett, the home of these former
terrors of the North Pacific. Only about 450 of them reside
there now. We had a missionary among them in 1874, and
at intervals up to this date. The village stands back a little
way from the beach, agate strewn, in front of which flows an
arm of the sea two miles wide, extending southwards thirty
miles, forming an inland sea of exquisite beauty, fringed
with the largest forest trees. Standing before the houses
is a serried line of magnificent trees, carved artistically with
grotesque figures representing the fortunes of the family
each belongs to. The Indian scholar can read from these
the valorous deeds of the heroes of their nation. Behind the
houses on a slight elevation, where last year I gathered
delicious wild strawberries, now stands the prettiest church
in the diocese. Not far off is the plainest of school-houses,