Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1912-12-07 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

ROLD BINDLOSS.   NE angry day, about the time when the Lndians were dying fast of small-pox, beside the forest-shrouded inlets of the British Columbian coast, a sealing oanue reeled under close-reeled  spritsail across the frothing combers of the North Pacific. Eastwards, the great mainland ranges lifted their snow-sheeted summits above rolling vapour; westwards, there was only chaes of steep smoking seas, over which the bird-headed canoe lurched heavily. Lewry, the evangelist, who laboured among the Indian inhabitants of this wildest of wilecoasts, crouched amidships, shivering .under his skin coat, and blinded with. Epra v as with hatf-frozen hands I.k.‘ endeavoured to bale s.ome of the water out. There were times when he found it hard to hold fast to hope in a region of almost eternal rain and mist, where all the storms of...the Pacific beat on the great coast barrier. Grey seas and thundering breakers, starvation when seal or salmon failed, all aim° In that closolation spoke of death; and now the scourge of the coloured races was coming too, and he had risked his life for the means of checking it in the shape of a tin box of bone splints dipped in vaccine s-uch as the Indian agents served out gratis. A hundred miles is a long journey in an open boat, and to judge by the look of the weather it might end in eternity.  A man of red bronze skin with long straight hair, dressed in waterproofs of seal intestine., gripped the steering paddle, another knelt in the icy brine .clenching the spritsail sheet, but the faces of both were as impassive as those of the Siwash deities on their own totem pole. They knew the deep sea paths of the otter and seal, and little besides; but they had faced the king of terrors be often to show concern in his presence. A false stroke with the redwood paddle when a comber shook its crest above the weather how, a blunder with the sheet, and there would he a swift release from cold and hunuer in the depths of the ocean that indifferently fed them. They could tie no more reefs on the spritsail, the serried lines of tumbling seas grew steadily steeper, and night was closing in, when the shriek of a whistle rang out across the waters, and, with a reel flame at her funnel a big launch reeled towards them through the stinging spray: She slowed down to windward, the canoe's sail was furled; and a tall figure in bearskin hailed, "Stand by to jump for it handy, bringing your bes. t rope along."  There wiss a shock of wood on iron. and Lowry, clutching at the launch's rail, ,swung himself on hoard, then deliberately leapt back into the waterlogged canoe, and thore was a roar from the steamer's helmsman, ''Are von bent on suicide? She'll roll over witfi you, ynn lunatic!"  A white surge passed between the eraft; a,gain half buried in form the launch rolled down, and this time Lowry boarded her, bringing the tin case he had forgotten. "Klahowyah!" .said • the Siwash Indians a4u) the white man with the soet-smears on his salt-erested skin answered " Klahowyahl'• ere thrninp.: to .Lowry to say, "You'll find food laid dry things under the Iwo hatch beside the