"Skedans Beach was wide. Seadrift was scattered over it. Behind the logs the ground sloped up a little to the old village site. It was smothered now under a green tangle, just one grey roof still squatted there among the bushes, and a battered row of totem poles circled the bay; many of them were mortuary poles, high with square fronts on top.
"To the right of Skedans were twin cones of earth and rock. They were covered to the top with trees and scrub. The land ran out beyond these mounds and met the jagged reefs of the bay. "
"The high and mighty chief Skiddan sat in state, that is, at Skiddan Harbour somewhat to the northward of Laskeek. He did not rise when I entered, but continued sitting on a rough kind of platform, with his legs crossed like a tailor's. I was invited to stand on his right.
"Skiddan himself delivered a grand speech, the general purport of which I gathered to be an advice and solemn injunction to his people to afford me every protection and assistance."
On to Hlragilda
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