uickly
hope sprang in his breast.

"'Somewhere is summer,' he cried, 'Let us up and away.'

"Then the slaves hastened to dig out the canoe, and they drew it with
mighty labour, for they were weak from fasting, over the snows to the
shore, and there they launched it without sail or paddle, with all the
people rejoicing. And after a time the wind carried them to a beach
where all was summer. Birds sang, flowers bloomed, and berries gleamed
scarlet in the sun, and there were salmon jumping in the blue water.
They ate and were satisfied, for it was summer on the earth and summer
in their hearts.

"That is how the Thlinkits came to our island, and so we say when the
snow breaks, that now comes the blue jays."

"Thank you for telling us such a dandy story." cried Ted, who had not
lost a word of this quaint tale, told so graphically over the camp-fire
of the old chief Klake.

CHAPTER III

TO THE GLACIER

Ted slept soundly all night, wrapped in the bearskins from the sledge,
in the little tent he shared with his father. When the morning broke, he
sprang to his feet and hurried out of doors, hopeful for the day's
pleasures. The snow had stopped, but the ground was covered with a thick
white pall, and the mountains were turned to rose colour in the morning
sun, which was rising in a blaze of glory.

"Good morning, Kalitan," shouted Ted to his Indian friend, whom he
spied heaping wood upon the camp-fire. "Isn't it dandy? What can we
do to-day?"

"Have breakfast," said Kalitan, briefly. "Then do what Tyee says."

"Well, I hope he'll say something exciting." said Ted.

"Think good day to hunt," said Kalitan, as he prepared things for the
morning meal.

"Where did you get the fish?" asked Ted.

"Broke ice-hole and fished when I got up," said the Thlinkit.

"You don't mean you have been fishing already," exclaimed the lazy Ted,
and Kalitan smiled as he said:

"White people like fish. Tyee said: 'Catch fish for Boston men's
breakfast,' and I go."

"Do you always mind him like that?" asked Ted. He generally obeyed his
father, but there were times when he wasn't anxious to and argued a
little about it. Kalitan looked at him in astonishment.

"He chief!" he said, simply.

"What will we do with the camp if we all go hunting?" asked Ted.

"Nothing," said Kalitan.

"Leave Chetwoof to watch, I suppose," I continued Ted.

"Watch? Why?" asked Kalitan.

"Why, everything; some one will steal our things," said