urneyed with her
young husband. The morning broke, and she saw the weeds and the kelp
where her lover had gone from her sight, and, with a glad sigh, she
clasped Zampa's child to her breast and sank down among the weeds where
he had died. So her tired spirit was at rest, for a woman is happier who
dies with him she loves.

"Now Zampa's father had found his boy's body and mourned over it, and
buried it in a mighty cave, the which he had once made for his furs and
stores. With it he placed bows and arrows and many valuables in respect
for the dead. And Zampa's sister, going to his funeral feast, fell upon a
stone with her child, so that both were killed. Then broke the old
chief's heart. Beside her brother he laid her in the cave, and gave
orders that he himself should be placed there as well, when grief should
have made way with him. Then he died of sorrow for his children, and his
people interred him in his burial cave, and with him they put much wealth
and blankets and weapons.

"When, therefore, the people of his tribe found the bodies of Kitt-a-youx
and her child among the kelp, having heard of her love for Zampa, they
bore them to the same cave, and, wrapping them in furs, they placed
Kitt-a-youx beside her beloved husband, and in her burial she found her
home and felt the kindness of the Great Spirit. This, then, is the story
of the burial cave of Kagamil, and since that day no man dwelt upon the
island, and it is known as the 'island of the dead.'"

"I'd like to see it, I can tell you," said Ted. "Are there any burial
caves around here?"

"The Thlinkits do not bury in caves," said Tanana. "We used to burn our
dead, but often we place them in totem-poles."

"I thought those great poles by your doors were totems," said Ted,
puzzled.

"Yes," said the girl. "They are caste totems, and all who are of any rank
have them. As we belong to the Raven, or Bear, or Eagle clan, we have the
carved poles to show our rank, but the totem of the dead is quite
different. It does not stand beside the door, but far away. It is alone,
as the soul of the dead in whose honour it is made. It is but little
carved. A square hole is cut at the back of the pole, and the body of the
dead, wrapped in a matting of cedar bark, is placed within, a board being
nailed so that the body will not fall to the ground. A potlatch is given,
and food from the feast is put in the fire for the dead person."

"It seems queer to put weapons and blankets