At the appointed time I sat on the beach waiting for the Indian. He did not come and there was no sign of his boat. An Indian woman came down the bank carrying a heavy not-walking-age child. A slim girl of twelve was with her. She carried a paddle and…
When I was a child I was staying at one of Victoria’s beaches. I was down on the point watching a school of porpoises at play off Trail Island when a canoe came round the headland. She was steering straight for our beach. The Government allowed the Indians to…
Greenville The cannery boss said, “Try Sam; he has a gas boat and comes from Greenville. That’s Sam over there–the Indian in the striped shirt.” I came close to where Sam was forking salmon from the scow on to the cannery chutes. “Sam, I want to go to Greenville. Could…
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