The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-09-20

his own village, for pair of knicker-
bockers with loud golf stockings, a scream
ing green sweater and a dinky Tam O'Shan-
ter. Where he got them we all wondered.
All these live at Taskimo village, not far
from the mine, and came over several
times. Frank" made beautiful little
canoes, colored yellow by the juice of hem
lock and ornamented with black by the aid
of piece of coal and some saliva. Nellie
had many a ''cultus potlatch'' or present
for me, unusual thing, they generally
require ample remuneration. One day she
brought a beautiful basket as a present,
and after squating a while silently and
looking about, conveyed to me she wanted
a "cultus potlatch' of % cents for soap;
needless to say, for cause worthy, the
request was Immediately granted.
On Aug. 10 four of us set out in the
launch for a stay of several days at Marble
creek Ga stream deserving well the name
river and anchored at the mouth with
our English couple in their sloop, only
twenty-five yards away. A few hundred
feet above us was the beginning of the
canyon, the swift green river hurrying
dred feet high in places. A more artistic
After pitching the tent and lunching, we
took the trail, and for more than an hour
walked through the forest with only the
blazed trees on either side to mark the
way This led us finally, after much climb
ing down, to large log jam on the creek
and a fine place for trout fishing. We
girls wished to go farther up-to the falls
but had had enough of the trail and were
about TO give it up when Sackens, a hid
eous Indian, appeared from nowhere in
particular and produced tiny little canoe
from its hiding place, offering to take us
up in it. At tie falls the Indians have a
salmon trap and one Of them comes every
day to spear out the big foundering fell
lows that get caught while trying to jump
up the falls. We got into Sackens's canoe,
arranging TO meet the men when they
had finished and should come up. He found
he had more than was bargained for, as it
was a very terrifying ride. The squaws
ride in the canoes easily, having been born
to Them but sit on the bottom, get less
motion thereby and sway their bodies as
the paddle moves. However, there being
water i'm the boat, we sat on the little
crosswise strips, and came near capsizing
half dozen times. Sackens made for the
first place il was possible to get a footing
i'm the rock and we understood enough
"Siwash" to know that was as far he
would try to take us; so there was nothing
to do but climb up the rock, crawl under
and through logs and take the trail after
all. Our destination was a ledge project
ing out over the stream twenty yards or
more from the roaring falls, where we
watched the silvery salmon leap from the
water and land high up above trouble
While we were there the Indian crawled
out into the frail trap and dexterousy
speared the big fish whose efforts TO jump
up had been Intellectual. Here the boys
pulled out the trout as fast as they could
cast the line, and had a good shot at a
"grebe," the ducks with the beautiful
breasts like fur. Taking the trail again
for camp, we all smelled a bear and saw
his tracks, hut were too weary TO go after
him. stopping halfway, lunch of wild
huckleberries. which grow here I'm such
profusion, RECALLED US and then they asked
me to lead. wondering if 1 could follow
the trail. One who has not had experience
cannot realize how easily il Is to get lost
with a blaze tree to the right, an
on-but no path. The many hundreds of
trees without blazes make IL necessary to
watch very closely. l led the way all
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