izens of her adopted city for the purpose of collecting and
publishing for her benefit her later works. Among these are the
beautiful Indian Legends contained in this volume, which she has been
at great pains to collect, and a series of boys' stories, which have
been exceedingly well received by magazine readers.

During the sixteen years Miss Johnson was travelling, she had many
varied and interesting experiences. She travelled the old Battleford
trail before the railroad went through, and across the Boundary country
in British Columbia in the romantic days of the early pioneers. Once
she took an eight hundred and fifty mile drive up the Cariboo trail to
the gold fields. She has always been an ardent canoeist, and has run
many strange rivers, crossed many a lonely lake, and camped in many an
unfrequented place. These venturesome trips she made more from her
inherent love of Nature and adventure than from any necessity of her
profession.

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Miss Pauline Johnson died in Vancouver on March 7, 1913. In accordance
with her last wish her ashes were buried in Stanley Park within sight
and sound of Siwash Rock, where the main driveway round the park,
coming from the English Bay entrance, divides east and west--the
western branch sloping down towards the rock and the eastern going to
the Big Tree. An editorial in the "Vancouver Daily Province" of March
8 said:

"The keynote of her whole disposition was a generous charity towards
everything and everybody with whom she came in contact. There was no
trouble too great for her to take, no detail too small for her to
neglect when it was a matter of giving happiness to others. She was
one of those great souls who would starve themselves on the trail, work
unwearingly [Transcriber's note: unwearyingly?] for her companions,
cheer them ever onwards through good times and bad, and rejoice with
them when the goal was achieved. She loved life with a passionate
devotion that was almost pathetic in its intensity. In spite of all
her travelling, all her experiences, which were by no means easy,
Pauline Johnson never lost her capacity for getting the best out of
life. She was absolutely natural and simple in her love of happiness.
She disliked artificiality of any kind. The seasons as they came and
went were in themselves a constant source of pleasure to her. She
loved the Pacific coast with its ever-changing colors, the sea and the
deeply gashed moun