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LEGENDS OF VANCOUVER

from amongst his people.’ And when the sun
arose above the North Arm the next morning
the tribes-people saw a gigantic sea-serpent
stretched across the surface of the waters. One
hideous head rested on the blufis at Brockton
Point, the other rested on a group of rock
just below Mission, at the western edge of
North Vancouver. If you care to go there
some day I will show you the hollow in one
great stone where that head lay. The tribes-
people were sturmed with horror. They
loathed the creature, they hated it, they feared
it. Day after day it lay there, its monstrous
heads lifted out of the waters, its mile-long
body blocking all entrance from the Narrows,
all outlet from the North Arm. The chiefs
made council, the medicine men danced and
chanted, but the salt-chuck oluk never moved.
It could not move, for it was the hated totem
of what now rules the white man's world-
greed and love of chickimin. No one can ever
move the love of chickimin from the white
man's heart, no one can ever make him divide
all with the poor. But after the chiefs and
medicine men had done all in their power, and
still the salt-chuck oluk lay across the waters,
a handsome boy of sixteen approached them
and reminded them of the words of the
Sagalie Tyee, ‘that he that pierced the mon-

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