LEGENDS OF VANCOUVER

where the little children grew and thrived, and lived and loved, and the earth was re— peopled by them.

“The Squamish say that in a gigantic crevice half way to the crest of Mount Baker may yet be seen the outlines of an enormous canoe, but I have never seen it myself.”

He ceased speaking with that far-oil‘ cadence in his voice with which he always ended a legend, and for a long time we both sat in silence listening to the rain: that were still beating against the window.