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dustrious also, working from moming until night,
carving their beautiful canoes, fishing for halibut out
on the ocean to the eastward, hunting for seal and
otter and bear, picking great chests of berries and
crab-apples which were either dried or preserved in
olachen grease, to be eaten in the long rainy season.
How happy they were, these Haidas! Always well
fed and strong and jolly. Always ready to sing or
dance or listen to Shim the Story-teller.

It had been pleasant to live among the Haidas,
even as a slave. The chief and his wife had both been
very kind. Steilta, the chief’s jolly round-faced son,
just Lana’s age, was like a mischievous, teasing, kind-
hearted brother. The other children were kind also
—all except Kish, the chief’s oldest daughter.

Kish was very different from the others. Some-
times she was only unkind; sometimes she was really
cruel. But Lana always tried to remember that Kish
was the eldest daughter of a great chief, a Haida
princess, while she, Lana, was but a slave here in
Quasset, even though she had once been the daughter
of a Tlingit chief. It was glorious to be a Haida
princess and wear fine garments of soft furs and
skins and the beautiful bright cloth of the Yetz
Haada; to have a good bed and the choicest bits of
food; to have several slaves and handmaidens to at-
tend to every wish. Fine indeed was it to be a princess
among the Haidas!