While I was staying at the missionary’s house, waiting to find someone to take me to Cha-atl, the missionary got a farm girl, with no ankles and no sense of humour, to stay there with me. She was to keep me company, and to avoid scandal, because the missionary’s…

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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…

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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…

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