d glowering Sitkan buck she kept
her tongue between her teeth. At the fringe of the forest, the camp
confronted her. And she was startled. It was not the old camp of a
score or more of lodges clustering and huddling together in the open as
though for company, but a mighty camp. It began at the very forest,
and flowed in and out among the scattered tree-clumps on the flat, and
spilled over and down to the river bank where the long canoes were
lined up ten and twelve deep. It was a gathering of the tribes, like
unto none in all the past, and a thousand miles of coast made up the
tally. They were all strange Indians, with wives and chattels and
dogs. She rubbed shoulders with Juneau and Wrangel men, and was
jostled by wild-eyed Sticks from over the Passes, fierce Chilcats, and
Queen Charlotte Islanders. And the looks they cast upon her were black
and frowning, save--and far worse--where the merrier souls leered
patronizingly into her face and chuckled unmentionable things.

She was not frightened by this insolence, but angered; for it hurt her,
and embittered the pleasurable home-coming. Yet she quickly grasped
the significance of it: the old patriarchal status of her father's time
had passed away, and civilization, in a scorching blast, had swept down
upon this people in a day. Glancing under the raised flaps of a tent,
she saw haggard-faced bucks squatting in a circle on the floor. By the
door a heap of broken bottles advertised the vigils of the night. A
white man, low of visage and shrewd, was dealing cards about, and gold
and silver coins leaped into heaping bets upon the blanket board. A
few steps farther on she heard the cluttering whirl of a wheel of
fortune, and saw the Indians, men and women, chancing eagerly their
sweat-earned wages for the gaudy prizes of the game. And from tepee
and lodge rose the cracked and crazy strains of cheap music-boxes.

An old squaw, peeling a willow pole in the sunshine of an open doorway,
raised her head and uttered a shrill cry.

"Hee-Hee! Tenas Hee-Hee!" she muttered as well and as excitedly as her
toothless gums would permit.

Frona thrilled at the cry. Tenas Hee-Hee! Little Laughter! Her name
of the long gone Indian past! She turned and went over to the old
woman.

"And hast thou so soon forgotten, Tenas Hee-Hee?" she mumbled. "And
thine eyes so young and sharp! Not so soon does Neepoosa forget."

"It is thou, Neepoosa?" Frona cried, her tongue halting