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And they made holes in the front of the whole house T)y pulling- 

 off planks. Through these they were looking to see which way his 

 canoe went. After they had looked for a while [it vanished and] 

 they did not see in which direction. And they did not see that it had 

 sunk. And the direction in which the chief's daughter had vanished 

 was unknown. 



At times her father turned to the wall and cried, cried, cried. And 

 her mother turned to the wall and cried, cried, cried. One day he 

 stopped crying- and said to his head slave:* "Find out whither my 

 child went." "Wait, I will find out the proper time to go. I will go 

 to see wdiither your [child] went." 



One morning, as day began to break and when it was a propitious 

 day for him, he started the tire, and, while the people of the house 

 whom he feared to have see him, slept, he took a bath. Now after his 

 skin became dry he turned toward the wall and l)rought out the tackle 

 he used for tishing. He untied it, and he took out blue hellel)ore, and 

 he put it into the tire. And after he had watched it burn a while, he 

 took it out of the tire, and he rubbed it on the stone Hoor-planks and 

 made a mark with it on his face. 



Then he got ready to start. He was going to search for the chief's 

 child. The chief's child's mother was with him. 



And he was a good hunter. He had a sea-otter spear, ^^'hen he 

 pushed off he threw the sea-otter spear into the water, and, throwing 

 its tail about, it went along forming ripples in its passage, and he went 

 with it. 



By and ]>y the canoe stuck. The same thing- happened to the sea- 

 otter spear, they say. Then he pulled the canoe ashore. The chief's 

 wife got off', and he turned the canoe over. Long seaweeds were 

 growing on it. These were the things that stopped the canoe. " He 

 had been moving along for a whole jcsir. Then he took off' his cape 

 and rubbed it on the bottom of the canoe and on the chief's wife. 

 And he rubbed it on himself as well and became clean. 



Again he shoved off' the canoe. Then he threw the sea-otter spear 

 into the water again, and it moved on anew. He followed it. After 

 he had gone on, on, on, on for a long while, the canoe again stuck. 

 Then he pulled the canoe ashore still again. And he turned it over 

 again. [A kind of] long seaweed had grown on it, and on the chiefs 

 wife, too, and on himself. Then, as before, he took the cape off. 

 And he rubbed it on the canoe and on the chief's wife as well. Then 

 he rubbed it also on himself. And after they had become clean 

 he launched the canoe again. Again he threw the sea-otter spear in, 

 and again they followed it. After he had been towed along by it for 

 a while he came to floating charcoal. There was no wav for him to 

 pass through this, they say. He had brought along his fishing- 

 tackle box, and he looked into it. And in it he used to keep the [old 



