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pared off the fat and cached the meat, 
later making two trips for it. The fur 
was very heavy, and superb in gloss. 
When we packed our ponies to strike 
the homeward trail, we spread it tempt- 
ingly before the shanty door where old 
Billy sat and smoked. Though it was 
a prize we gladly would have claimed, 
we knew it rightly belonged to him. 
“We'll leave this with you,’ Dan 
said, as he combed his fingers through 
the long fur. “If there’s one man on 
all the Coast range that fully deserves 
Reel-Paw’s hide, that man is yourself.” 
The old trapper shook his head in 
silence, pulling hard at his corn-cob 
while he gazed off across the mountains. 
There was something in his face we 
had not seen before—something that 
drove the usual cheerfulness away— 
that momentarily exposed the wrinkles 
and betrayed his age. “No,” he said 
RECREATION 
finally, and with his gaze still on the 
distant mountains, “Reel-Paw’s hide 
don’t belong to me. Take it away. I 
wouldn’t be comfortable with it around. 
Reel-Paw was no ord’nary bear.” 
There was genuine feeling in his 
words, the real feeling that men of the 
outer world have for the wild things 
around them. He was the kind of man 
who kills the wild things, but who 
never hates them, and who has but little 
desire for trophies of the hunt. 
We partly understood, and with no 
further word Dan rolled up the mas- 
sive hide and strapped it to the pack. 
We mounted our ponies and rode away. 
At the point where the trail dipped into 
the cafion we turned in our saddles to 
take a farewell look at the little cabin. 
The old trapper still sat in the door- | 
way, peacefully puffing his pipe and 
gazing off across the purple mountains. 

CRUISING THE FJORDS OF THE 
NORTH PACIFIC 
With Inland Trips For - Variety 
BY D. W. AND A. S. IDDINGS 
Fellows of the American Geographical Society and of the Royal Geographical Society 
IV.—Upe STREAM TO THE GLACIER OF THE TSAU-WATI 
N Northern British 
Columbia at the head 
of Knight’s inlet, on 
tine “broads aat 
through which the 
| glacial-born Tsau- 
wati (or  Kle-na 
Klene) river surges 
its way, the Ta-nok- 
teuk and A-wa-awk 
=I Kla-la tribes of In- 
dians have a large and most pictur- 
esquely pitched summer village from 

which they hunt the mountains for the 
numerous goats, sheep, bears and deer, 
and fish for the salmon, oolichan and 
other fishes of the region. “Tsau-wati” 
means in their language, “the home of 
the oolichan,” a little fish of the North 
Pacific that swarms this river in early 
spring, which the Indians take in great 
quantities and render of its oil an 
appetizer to them of use akin to the 
butter of civilization. These Indians 
also kill many seal and some whale and 
porpoise. 
