Summary

Portrait of Mary F. Nixon-Roulet Mary F. Nixon-Roulet Kalitan, Our Little Alaskan Cousin

Tyee Klake pointed toward where the white coast-line seemed to fade into silvery blue.
"There are many islands; on some lives no one, but we have a village. Soon it will be nearly deserted, for many of our people rove during the summer, and wander from one camping-ground to another, seeking the best game or fish. But Kalitan's people remain always on the island. Him I take with me to hunt the whale and seal, to gather the berries, and to trap the little animals who bear fur. We find even seal upon our shores, though fewer since your people have come among us."
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Portrait of Mary F. Nixon-Roulet Mary F. Nixon-Roulet Kalitan, Our Little Alaskan Cousin

Men all alike," he repeated with the calm stoicism of his race.
"The government is far away," said Mr. Strong, "and should not be blamed for the doings of all its servants. I should like to see this island home of yours, and think we must accept your invitation; shall we, Ted?" he smiled at the boy.
"Yes, indeed; thank you, sir," said Ted, and he and Kalitan grinned at each other happily.
"We shall stay in camp until the blue jay comes," said the old chief, smiling, "and then seek the village of my people."
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