THE TWO SISTERS

never so dulcet as when it slips from an
Indian tongue. His inimitable gestures,
strong, graceful, comprehensive, were like a
perfectly chosen frame embracing a delicate
painting, and his brooding eyes were as
the light in which the picture hung.
“Many thousands of years ago,” he began,
“there were no twin peaks like sentinels guard-
ing the outposts of this sunset coast. They
were placed there long after the first creation,
when the Sagalie Tyee moulded the moun-
tains, and patterned the mighty rivers where
the salmon run, because of His love for His
Indian children, and His Wisdom for their ne-
cessities. In those times there were many
and mighty Indian tribes along the Pacific—
in the mountain ranges, at the shores and
sources of the great Fraser River. Indian
law ruled the land. Indian customs prevailed.
Indian beliefs were regarded. Those were
the legend-making ages when great things
occurred to make the traditions we repeat to
our children today. Perhaps the greatest of
these traditions is the story of ‘The Two
Sisters,’ for they are known to us as ‘The
Chiefs Daughters,’ and to them we owe the
Great Peace in which we live, and have lived
for many countless moons. There is an an-
cient custom amongst the Coast tribes that
when our daughters step from childhood into

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