High in the air my soul rides by:

Shall I await thee, soul, in vain?

Hark to the answer in the rain.

Falling, softly falling,

Song of my soul that is free;

Song of my soul that will not forget

The sleeping body of me.

Constance Lindsay Skinner

SONGS OF THE COAST-DWELLERS

THE CHIEF’S PRAYER AFTER THE SALMON CATCH