A Summer’s Journey and a Winter's Campaign. 13

maritime tribes of Indians. Last May (1880) I paid my first
visit to the inland tribes of Indians. It was a novel
experience, and much pleasanter than tossing about the open
sea in a ‘dug-out,’ as canoes are called. Oh, for the com-
parative luxury of my stout steam launch! My voyage up
lasted a fortnight. Fourteen days breasting the rapid Kshia
or Skeena River; fourteen days amid fine scenery; thrice
fourteen camps beneath forest trees beside a river, in some
places two miles broad, dotted with innumerable islands.
Working from dawn to sunset, often soused, as sailors say,
by the angry-looking rapids, we enjoyed our hard-earned rest
each night.
With bran-
ches from the
same friendly
cedar that
spread its
arms over us,
our bed was
soon made.
My crew were
no sooner out-
stretched than
they sunk into
deep sleep un-
disturbed by
each _other’s
snoring. This,
hke the wild
rapids, that
twistand twirl
our canoe as if
she were a
nut-shell, one
soon becomes
accustomed to.
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A Medicine-Man.