THE GREY ARCHWAY

their bodies catching the last tints of sunset,
like flashing jewels. I looked at the tillicum
quickly. He was watching me-a world of
anxiety in his half-mournful eyes.

“And those two silvery fish?” I questioned.

He smiled. The anxious look vanished. “I
was right,” he said; “you do know us and our
ways, for you are one of us. Yes, those fish
are seen only in these waters; there are never
but two of them. They are Yaada and her
mate, seeking for the soul of the Haida woman
-—her mother.”

 

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