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A golden glory filled the sky, running upwards toward the zenith, spreading there in varying colours from palest yellow to orange and deepest, richest red.  Glowing streams of light streamed heavenward like feathery wings, as Ted and Kalitan sailed southward, and Ted exclaimed in wonder:  “What is it?”

“The splendour of Saghalie Tyee,"[16] said Kalitan, solemnly.

[Footnote 16:  Way-up High Chief, i.e., God.]

“The Aurora Borealis,” said Mr. Strong, “and very fortunate you are to see it.  Indeed, Teddy, you seem to have brought good luck, for everything has gone well this trip.  Our faces are turned homeward now, but we will have to come again next summer and bring mother and Judith.”

“I’ll be glad to get home to mother again,” said Ted, then noting Kalitan’s wistful face, “We’ll find you at Sitka and go home with you to the island,” and he put his arm affectionately over the Indian boy’s shoulder.  Kalitan pointed to the sky, whence the splendour was fading, and a flock of birds was skimming southwards.

“From the sky fades the splendour of Saghalle Tyee,” he said.  “The summer is gone, the birds fly southward.  The light goes from me when my White Brother goes with the birds.  Unless he return with them, all is dark for Kalitan!”

THE END.