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,…
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.”…
You would never guess it was a cemetery. Death had not spoiled it at all. It was full of trees and bushes except in one corner where the graves were. Even they were fast being covered with greenery. Bushes almost hid the raw, split-log fence and…
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