LEGENDS OF VANCOUVER

“As Yaada chanted and wailed her {are-
well, she moved slowly towards the edge of
the clifi. On its brink she hovered a moment
with outstretched arms, as a sea gull poises
on its weight-—then she called:

“‘Ulka, my Ulka! Your hand is innocent
of wrong; it was the evil magic of your rival
that slew my mother. I must go to her; even
you cannot keep me here; will you stay, or
come with me? Oh! my Ulka!’

“The slender, gloriously young boy sprang
toward her; their hands closed one within the
other; for a second they poised on the brink
of the rocks, radiant as stars; then together
they plunged into the sea.”

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The legend was ended. Long ago we had
passed the island with its “Grey Archway”; it
was melting into the twilight, far astern.

As I brooded over this strange tale of a
daughter's devotion, I watched the sea and
sky for something that would give me a clue
to the inevitable sequel that the tillicum, like
all his race, was surely withholding until the
opportune moment.

Something flashed through the darkening
waters not a stone’s throw from the steamer.
I leaned forward, watching it intently. Two
silvery fish were making a succession of little
leaps and plunges along the surface of the sea,

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