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THE CHILCAT BLANKET

OnE rainy day Naida, daughter of the Quasset head
chief, sat before a roaring fire on the hearth of her
father’s house and poked driftwood into the flames.
Not far away her mother sat beside a tall frame,
carefully repairing the deep, thick fringe of a large
and beautiful Chilcat blanket that hung upon it. As
she worked she watched Naida with a frown of dis-
approval, for it was evident that the princess was
more interested in a large spider swinging on a
long thread from the edge of the smoke hole above,
than she was in the basket she was supposed to be
working on.

Finally, after Naida had worked around the basket
several times, making many mistakes, leaving many
flaws to tell the tale of her carelessness and inattention,
the chieftainess turned away from her mending and

spoke gravely.
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