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 going to a light canoe that was high on the sand, she began to drag it towards the sea. The woman put the baby into…

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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 use the beaches when they were travelling, so they made camp and slept wherever the night happened to fall. In the canoe were a man…

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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 you take me there on Sunday?” “Uh huh.” “What time Sunday?” “Eight o’clock.” On Sunday morning I sat on the wharf from eight o’clock till…

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