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into midair and fell with great resound into 
the Inlet full a hundred feet from shore. 
With night came rain, and it fell in sheets, 
seemingly thus sent to save from fiery de- 
struction the aged mountains about, as 
their snowy peaks and rugged sides were 
lit and relit by savage bolts of lightning. 
The wind moaned, the rain dashed, the 
lightning danced and the thunder joined 
with the cascade in weird booming like 
many giant cannon, forming a night of 
wildest Brocken. 
We lay abed until late next morning on 
account of the rain. ‘The large cascade 
thundered even more loudly now, as, 
augmented by the night’s rain, it hurried 
to the sea in three torrents instead of one. 
A breakfast of cakes and molasses over, it 
was near noon when we weighed anchor. 
The wind was now fair and our sloop 
stretched along over the tranquil waters. 
Axe point was soon abeam, then Wah-shih- 
las was put astern, and dead ahead we 
made out the vast green flat, the valley of 
the Tsau-wati (or Kle-na Klene) river, 
that marks the head of the inlet. ‘Through 
the glasses we could see fires and other 
signs of Jife on shore, so we knew the 
country was inhabited. We cleared our 
deck for action, threw out our flag, and 
fired a salute to apprise the natives of our 
approach. The wind freshened into a 
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A GLIMPSE OF TSAU-WATI VILLAGE, AT THE HEAD OF KNIGHT’S INLET 
RECREATION 
gale and we fairly flew along under full 
sail. As we came closer in we descried a 
row of a dozen or more rough shacks, the 
Indian village of Tsau-wati. Compared to 
the uninhabited regions through which 
we had so long been wandering, it bore the 
appearance of a populous city. Men, 
women and children were seen issuing from 
every hut, almost tumbling over one 
another in their haste to learn what the 
matter was. 
Soon the current of the mighty river 
began to be felt as it poured its huge volume 
out into the inlet. The wind was strong, 
but when we began to buck the heavy tide 
of the river in its ascent, we felt the need 
of more sail, so we paid out the jib-sheets 
and let the jib belly in the fair wind, too. 
Huge fir trees, washed down by the current, 
formed dangerous snags everywhere, which 
obstructed our course upstream. But 
Providence and our wits guided us safely 
by them and we anchored in a bayou of 
the river above the village. As we passed 
it by its inhabitants lined the beach and 
heartily welcomed us, cheering and raising 
a din by thumping cooking vessels. They 
were a motley crowd, some dressed in the 
brown garment which nature had given 
them, some enveloped in the folds of blan- 
kets and others in cloths and cottons of 
the gaudiest colors. 

