of the sound. Leaving this quiet harbour on the left, they followed
where the wider channel led to Klu-quilth-soh, that dark and stormy
gate, where Indians say the dreaded Chehahs dwell among the rocky
heights--"The Gates of Hell," and when men seek to pass those gates
the Chehahs blow upon them winds of evil fates from north and south
and east and west. The water boils in that great witches pot, while
Indians seek a sheltered beach in vain--no beach is there, no shelter
from the storm. The mighty cliffs frown down relentlessly; the whale
She-she-took-a-muck opens his great jaws and swallows voyagers, at
which the chehahs laugh, and their wild laughter, Klu-quilth-soh's
heights re-echo far away.

On this eventful day the evil chehahs were absent from their home and
the Yuk-stees wind blew not too strong to cause the waves to dash
along in wild commotion, and after paddling uneventfully through
Klu-quilth-soh, the three E-coulth-ahts stopped beside Toosh-ko.
Looking back they could not see Nob Point which hid their home from
view,--it was as if the mountains which formed those stormy gates,
had closed and barred them in.

"What chehah" they cried, "has lured us within this inland sea and
shut those gates? A-ha A-ha!" they called with anxious cry, and
prayed Kah-oots to save them from all dangers. To the Saghalie Tyee,
the chief above, they also prayed to potlach kloshe to them, and
guard them from the evil chehahs hovering round. After the relief
of prayer, their spirits rose, and once again the splashing of their
paddles marked their onward progress.

Soon they glided by Hy-wach-es Creek and rounding Wak-ah-nit they
came in view of the great valley where the Tsomass flows. At once