The framework for "The Legend of Eut-le-ten," was related to me by Rev. M. Swartout in the year 1897. Mr. Swartout was a missionary to the West Coast Indian tribes. He spoke the language of the natives fluently, and took great pains to get the story with as much accuracy as possible. A few years later, Mr. Swartout was drowned during a heavy storm while crossing in an open boat from the islands in Barkley Sound to Ucluelet.
In the making of the stories into English, I have worked in what knowledge I have of the customs and habits of the West Coast Indians of Vancouver Island. In a few instances, due to a lack of refinement of thought in the original stories, I have taken some license in their transcription. The legends indicate the poetry that lies hidden in the folk lore of the British Columbia Coast Indian tribes. For place names and other valuable information I am indebted to the kindness of Mr. Cox. The illustrations are original and are the work of Mr. J. Semeyn of Victoria.
ALFRED CARMICHAEL,
Victoria, B.C.
CONTENTS
- [By Way of Introduction]
- [A Pen Picture of Barkley Sound]
- [The Summer Home of the Seshahts]
- [The Legend of the Thunder Birds]
- [How Shewish Became a Great Whale Hunter]
- [The Finding of the Tsomass]
- The Legend of Eut-le-ten--in the following parts:--
- Further Adventures of Eut-le-ten including:--
ILLUSTRATIONS
- [The Lone Indian]
- [On Jutting Rocks the Black Klap-Poose, the Shag in Silence Sits]
- [A West Coast Indian Wearing the Kut-sack]
- [A Pictographic Painting--The Coat of Arms of Shewish, Seshaht Chief]
- [The Bark Gives Way and Comes in Strips from off the Trees]
- [We Dance Round our Fires and Sing Again]
- [Next Day E're Mid-day Came They Had Set Sail]
- [Brushing the Hemlock Boughs, he Walked Stealthily]
- [Ka-koop-et]
- [Stone Hammer Used by the Indians of Barkley Sound]
- [He Shot an Arrow Straight Above his Head]
- [Then Eut-le-ten Stood Within the Fire]
A PEN PICTURE OF BARKLEY SOUND
THE ANCIENT HOME OF THE SESHAHTS
To the lone Indian, who slowly paddles his canoe upon the waters of this western sound, each tree of different kind by shade of green and shape of crown is known; the Toh-a-mupt or Sitca spruce with scaley bark and prickly spine; the feathery foliage of the Quilth-kla-mupt, the western hemlock, relieved in spring by the light green of tender shoots. The frond-like branches and aromatic scent betray to him the much-prized Hohm-ess, the giant cedar tree, from which he carves his staunch canoe. These form the woods which sweep from rocky shore to topmost hill.