glaciers lingering about the bay and the streams that
pour from them are busy night and day bringing in
sand and mud and stones, at the rate of tons every
minute, to fill it up. Then, as the seasons grow
warmer, there will be fields here for the plough.

Our Indians, exhilarated by the sunshine, were
garrulous as the gulls and plovers, and pulled heartily
at their oars, evidently glad to get out of the ice with
a whole boat.

"Now for Taku," they said, as we glided over the
shining water. "Good-bye, Ice-Mountains; good-bye,
Sum Dum." Soon a light breeze came, and they un-
furled the sail and laid away their oars and began, as
usual in such free times, to put their goods in order,
unpacking and sunning provisions, guns, ropes, cloth-
ing, etc. Joe has an old flintlock musket suggestive
of Hudson's Bay times, which he wished to discharge
and reload. So, stepping in front of the sail, he fired
at a gull that was flying past before I could prevent
him, and it fell slowly with outspread wings along-
side the canoe, with blood dripping from its bill. I
asked him why he had killed the bird, and followed
the question by a severe reprimand for his stupid
cruelty, to which he could offer no other excuse than
that he had learned from the whites to be careless
about taking life. Captain Tyeen denounced the deed
as likely to bring bad luck.

Before the whites came most of the Thlinkits held,
with Agassiz, that animals have souls, and that it
was wrong and unlucky to even speak disrespectfully
of the fishes or any of the animals that supplied them

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