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they took us over to the camping- place. A part of our people went 

 round the point. Then GustAniA'lk invited us. And there they 

 pulled in the two canoes. There were a great num})er there of my 

 fatiier's nephews, born in the same town with me. They set us then 

 in a line. 



And, after he had beg-un to give us food, the Masset people went 

 down to the canoes in a crowd. And, when they had nearly reached 

 our slaves, I handed mj^ gun to SkA'ngwai's father. I then ran down. 

 I made fast my knife in my hand. I then pushed them away and 

 anchored the canoes outside. 



They then l)egan to give us food. And we had on our cartridge 

 boxes. We also kept our guns at our right sides, and we had our 

 knives hanging down in front. At the same time we ate. Then we 

 finished, and they gave us tobacco. 



And in the evening those born with me and my father's nephews 

 gave me tobacco. Besides, they made me an offer for one of my 

 slaves. They offered sixty blankets for him, an unused musket, a 

 whole suit of clothes, two bags of shot, a big canoe, many things of 

 all kinds. 1 refused them. 



We remained awake that night. A part of us slept ashore. I was 

 all covered with blood from fighting. Very early on the next day 

 they started in this direction. And, when we were ready to go, 

 SkA'ngwai's father went after some water. He was gone for a long 

 time. While he was still away, Gana'-i's canoe started. The wind 

 was in the north. I then left the people directions what to do about 

 him. And we left him. 



The Masset people afterward took him in. They landed him at 

 Rose spit. He walked home from there. And on that day, when it 

 was almost evening, we sailed by in front of Skidegate. The Skide- 

 gate people came out in a crowd to us. We did not stop.^*^ They 

 stood behind us [watching]. We spent that night at Water-hole.^' 

 The one' in our canoe whom the}^ had wounded was still alive. 



And we started off' from there at night. Then we made a camp fire 

 on the inlet above Tcla'al.'* From there we started very early to 

 Qa itg.a'og.ao. At that time we sang a war song. 



AVe then went into Qa- itg.a'og.ao. singing songs of victory. Hu hu 

 hu hu. When we were going up to the houses we landed the slaves. 

 Some of them carried children. After having fought we sang songs 

 of victory for many nights. 



Here is all of this story. 



This and the followinp: eight stories and that on page 104 practically constitute one 

 long account of the Haida wars, or rather raids, which have taken place within recent 

 times, except only those related by Abraham of Kloo, which succeed. The story- 

 teller was an interesting old man who, as will be seen by the texts, had himself taken 

 part in many of these expeditions and had lived a life full of adventure. He belonged 

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