<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>THE BERRY DANCE</div>
<p><span class="smcap">Teddy's</span> month upon the island stretched
out into two. His father came and went, finding
the boy so happy and well that he left him
with an easy mind. Ted's fair skin was tanned
to a warm brown, and, clad in Indian clothes,
save for his aureole of copper-coloured hair,
so strong a contrast to the straight black locks
of his Indian brothers, he could hardly be told
from one of the island lads who roamed all
day by wood and shore. They called him
"Yakso pil chicamin,"<SPAN name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</SPAN> and all the village
liked him.</p>
<p>Tanana's marriage-feast was held, and she
and Tah-ge-ah went to housekeeping in a little<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</SPAN></span>
hut, where the one room was as clean and neat
as could be, and not a bit like the dirty rooms
of some of the natives. Tanana spent all her
spare time weaving beautiful baskets, for her
slim fingers were very skilful. Some of the
baskets which she made out of the inner bark
of the willow-tree were woven so closely that
they would hold water, and Teddy never tired
of watching her weave the gay colours in and
out, nor of seeing the wonderful patterns grow.
Tah-ge-ah would take them to the mainland
when she had enough made, and sell them to
the travellers from the States. Meantime Tah-ge-ah
himself was very, very busy carving the
totem-pole for his new home, for Tanana was
a chieftain's daughter, and he, too, was of high
caste, and their totem must be carved and stand
one hundred feet high beside their door, lest
they be reproached.</p>
<p>Ted also enjoyed seeing old Kala-kash carve,
for he was the finest carver among the Indians,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</SPAN></span>
and it was wonderful to see him cut strange
figures out of bone, wood, horn, fish-bones, and
anything his gnarled old fingers could get hold
of, and he would carve grasshoppers, bears,
minnows, whales, sea-gulls, babies, or idols.
He made, too, a canoe for Ted, a real Alaskan
dugout, shaping the shell from a log and making
it soft by steam, filling the hole with water
and throwing in red-hot stones. The wood was
then left to season, and Ted could hardly wait
patiently until sun and wind and rain had made
his precious craft seaworthy. Then it was
painted with paint made by rubbing a certain
rock over the surface of a coarse stone and the
powder mixed with oil or water.</p>
<p>At last it was done, a shapely thing, more
beautiful in Ted's eyes than any launch or yacht
he had ever seen at home. His canoe had a
carved stern and a sharp prow which came out
of the water, and which had carved upon it a
fine eagle. Kala-kash had not asked Ted what<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</SPAN></span>
his totem was, but supposing that the American
eagle on the buttons of the boy's coat was his
emblem, had carved the rampant bird upon the
canoe as the boy's totem. Ted learned to paddle
and to fish, never so well as Kalitan, of
course, for he was born to it, but still he did
very well, and enjoyed it hugely.</p>
<p>Happily waned the summer days, and then
came the time of the berry dance, which Kalitan
had spoken of so often that Ted was very
anxious to see it.</p>
<p>The salmon-berry was fully ripe, a large and
luscious berry, found in two colours, yellow and
dark red. Besides these there were other small
berries, maruskins, like the New England dewberries,
huckleberries, and whortleberries.</p>
<p>"We have five kinds of berries on our
island," said Kalitan. "All good. The birds,
flying from the mainland, first brought the
seeds, and our berries grow larger than almost
any place in Alaska."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"They're certainly good," said Ted, his
mouth full as he spoke. "These salmon-berries
are a kind of a half-way between our blackberries
and strawberries. I never saw anything
prettier than the way the red and yellow berries
grow so thick on the same bush—"</p>
<p>"There come the canoes!" interrupted Kalitan,
and the two boys ran down to the water's
edge, eager to be the first to greet the visitors.
Tyee Klake was giving a feast to the people
of the neighbouring islands, and a dozen canoes
glided over the water from different directions.
The canoes were all gaily decorated, and they
came swiftly onward to the weird chant of the
paddlers, which the breeze wafted to the listeners'
ears in a monotonous melody.</p>
<p>Every one in the village had been astir since
daybreak, preparing for the great event. Parallel
lines had been strung from the chief's
house to the shore, and from these were hung
gay blankets, pieces of bright calico, and festoons<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</SPAN></span>
of leaves and flowers. As the canoes
landed their occupants, the dancers thronged
to welcome their guests. The great drum
sounded its loud note, and the dancers, arrayed
in wonderful blankets woven in all manner of
fanciful designs and trimmed with long woollen
fringes, swayed back and forth, up and down,
to and fro, in a very graceful manner, keeping
time to the music.</p>
<p>In the centre of the largest canoe stood the
Tyee of a neighbouring island, a tall Indian,
dressed in a superb blanket with fringe a foot
long, fringed leggins and moccasins of walrus
hide, and the chief's hat to show his rank. It
was a peculiar head-dress half a foot high,
trimmed in down and feathers.</p>
<p>The Tyee, in perfect time to the music,
swayed back and forth, never ceasing for a
moment, shaking his head so that the down
was wafted in a snowy cloud all over him.</p>
<p>As the canoes reached the shallows, the shore<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</SPAN></span>
Indians dashed into the water to draw them
up to land, and the company was joyously received.
Teddy was delighted, for in one of
the canoes was his father, whom he had not
seen for several weeks. After the greetings
were over, the dancers arranged themselves in
opposite lines, men on one side, women on the
other, and swayed their bodies while the drum
kept up its unceasing tum-tum-tum.</p>
<p>"It's a little bit like square dances at home,"
said Ted. "It's ever so pretty, isn't it? First
they sway to the right, then to the left, over
and over and over; then they bend their bodies
forward and backward without bending their
knees, then sway again, and bend to one side
and then the other, singing all the time. Isn't
it odd, father?"</p>
<p>"It certainly is, but it's very graceful," said
Mr. Strong. "Some of the girls are quite
pretty, gentle-looking creatures, but the older
women are ugly."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"The very old women look like the mummies
in the museum at home," said Ted.
"There's one old woman, over a hundred years
old, whose skin is like a piece of parchment,
and she wears the hideous lip-button which
most of the Thlinkits have stopped using. Kalitan
says all the women used to wear them. The
girls used to make a cut in their chins between
the lip and the chin, and put in a piece of wood,
changing it every few days for a piece a little
larger until the opening was stretched like a
second mouth. When they grew up, a wooden
button like the bowl of a spoon was set in the
hole and constantly enlarged. The largest I
have seen was three inches long. Isn't it a
curious idea, father?"</p>
<p>"It certainly is, but there is no telling what
women will admire. A Chinese lady binds her
feet, and an American her waist; a Maori
woman slits her nose, and an English belle
pierces her ears. It's on the same principle that<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</SPAN></span>
your Thlinkit friends slit their chins for the lip-button."</p>
<p>"I'm mighty glad they don't do it now, for
Tanana's as pretty as a pink, and it would be
a shame to spoil her face that way," said Ted.
"The dancing has stopped, father; let's see
what they'll do next. There comes Kalitan."</p>
<p>A feast of berries was to follow the dance,
and Kalitan led Mr. Strong and Ted to the
chief's house, which was gaily decorated with
blankets and bits of bright cloth. A table covered
with a cloth was laid around three sides
of the room, and on this was spread hardtack
and huge bowls of berries of different colours.
These were beaten up with sugar into a foamy
mixture, pink, purple, and yellow, according
to the colour of the berries, which tasted good
and looked pretty.</p>
<p>Ted and Kalitan had helped gather the berries,
and their appetites were quite of the best.
Mr. Strong smiled to see how the once fussy<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</SPAN></span>
little gentleman helped himself with a right
good-will to the Indian dainties of his friends.</p>
<p>Many pieces of goods had been provided for
the potlatch, and these were given away, given
and received with dignified politeness. There
was laughing and merriment with the feast,
and when it was all over, the canoes floated
away as they had come, into the sunset, which
gilded all the sea to rosy, golden beauty.</p>
<p>Ted's share of the potlatch was a beautiful
blanket of Tanana's weaving, and he was delighted
beyond measure.</p>
<p>"You're a lucky boy, Ted," said his father.
"People pay as high as sixty-five dollars for
an Alaskan blanket, and not always a perfect
one at that. Many of the Indians are using
dyed yarns to weave them, but yours is the
genuine article, made from white goat's wool,
long and soft, and dyed only in the native reds
and blacks. We shall have to do something
nice for Tanana when you leave."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I'd like to give her something, and Kalitan,
too." Ted's face looked very grave.
"When do I have to go, father?"</p>
<p>"Right away, I'm afraid," was the reply.
"I've let you stay as long as possible, and now
we must start for our northern trip, if you are
to see anything at all of mines and Esquimos
before we start home. The mail-steamer passes
Nuchek day after to-morrow, and we must go
over there in time to take it."</p>
<p>"Yes, sir," said Ted, forlornly. He wanted
to see the mines and all the wonderful things
of the far north, but he hated to leave his Indian
friends.</p>
<p>"What's the trouble, Ted?" His father
laid his hand on his shoulder, disliking to see
the bright face so clouded.</p>
<p>"I was only thinking of Kalitan," said
Ted.</p>
<p>"Suppose we take Kalitan with us," said
Mr. Strong.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Oh, daddy, could we really?" Ted
jumped in excitement.</p>
<p>"I'll ask the Tyee if he will lend him to us
for a month," said Mr. Strong, and in a few
minutes it was decided, and Ted, with one great
bear's hug to thank his father, rushed off to
find his friend and tell him the glorious news.</p>
<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTE:</h3>
<div class="footnote"><p><SPAN name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></SPAN> Copper hair.</p>
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