Qo wind-blown when we ran our canoes ashore 



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by the old cedar that marked our camping 

 ^///oo/eef, ground. First we built a big fire to dry 

 ^^rr/e some boughs to sleep upon ; then we put 

 V6ice "P °^^ houses, Simmo a bark commoosie, and 

 I a little tent ; and I was inside, getting dry 

 clothes out of a rubber bag, when I heard a 

 white-throated sparrow calling cheerily his 

 Indian name, O hear, sweet Killooleet-lillooleet- 

 lillooleet ! And the sound was so sunny, 

 so good to hear in the steady drip of rain 

 on the roof, that I went out to see the 

 little fellow who had bid us welcome to the 

 wilderness. 



Simmo had heard too. He was on his 

 hands and knees, just his dark face peering 

 by the corner stake of his commoosie, so as 

 to see better the little singer on my tent. — 

 " Have better weather and better luck now. 

 Killooleet sing on ridgepole," he said con- 

 fidently. Then we spread some cracker 

 crumbs for the guest and turned in to sleep 

 till better times. 



That was the beginning of a long acquaint- 

 ance. It was also the first of many social 



