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innumerable blue smoke spirals curling upward from
cove and bay, filled her with joyous excitement.

As the Chilcats drew near the cove where they
were accustomed to camp each year, a big canoe
shot out through the narrow channel, and a young
Haida chief, seated proudly among his companions
and slaves, raised his hand in greeting as he passed.
Unusually handsome was this young chief; richly
dressed were his attendants; large and powerful were
his slaves. Although the canoe slipped swiftly by,
yet in that moment of passing the keen glance of the
Haida youth dwelt upon Kali, sitting there eager-
eyed behind her father; dwelt with interest on her
beauty. In that one short moment before Kali could
turn away, as became a royal princess, she looked
deep into the eyes of the young chief.

“He is the only young chief I can ever love,” she
thought, trembling. “I will marry no one but him,
though I live to be as old as Wadash, the Ancient
One.”

All through the night Kali thought about the young
Haida chief; thought, too, with shame of her wretched
blanket, which would be displayed in her father’s
lodge. All night long she lay and thought of these
things, regretting bitterly that she had not been more
industrious and painstaking.

“The Haida chiefs are wise and their chieftain-
esses are famed for their industry,” she thought
tearfully. “Even if this young prince should wish