Three red bulls–sluggish bestial creatures with white faces and morose bloodshot eyes–made me long to get away from the village. But I could not: there was no boat. I knew the roof and the ricketiness of every Indian woodshed. This was the steepest roof of them all, and I…

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When the Indians told me about the Kitwancool totem poles, I said: “How can I get to Kitwancool?” “Dunno,” the Indians replied. White men told me about the Kitwancool poles too, but when I told them I wanted to go there, they advised me–“Keep out.” But the thought of…

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