his people.’  And when the sun arose above the North Arm the next morning the tribes-people saw a gigantic sea-serpent stretched across the surface of the waters.  One hideous head rested on the bluffs at Brockton Point, the other rested on a group of rocks just below Mission, at the western edge of North Vancouver.  If you care to go there some day I will show you the hollow in one great stone where that head lay.  The tribes-people were stunned with horror.  They loathed the creature, they hated it, they feared it.  Day after day it lay there, its monstrous heads lifted out of the waters, its mile-long body blocking all entrance from the Narrows, all outlet from the North Arm.  The chiefs made council, the medicine-men danced and chanted, but the salt-chuck oluk never moved.  It could not move, for it was the hated totem of what now rules the white man’s world—­greed and love of chickimin.  No one can ever move the love of chickimin from the white man’s heart, no one can ever make him divide all with the poor.  But after the chiefs and medicine-men had done all in their power, and still the salt-chuck oluk lay across the waters, a handsome boy of sixteen approached them and reminded them of the words of the Sagalie Tyee, ’that he that pierced the monster’s heart would kill the disease of greed forever amongst his people.’

“‘Let me try to find this evil heart, oh! great men of my tribe,’ he cried.  ’Let me war upon this creature; let me try to rid my people of this pestilence.’

“The boy was brave and very beautiful.  His tribes-people called him the Tenas Tyee (Little Chief) and they loved him.  Of all his wealth of fish and furs, of game and hykwa (large shell-money) he gave to the boys who had none; he hunted food for the old people; he tanned skins and furs for those whose feet were feeble, whose eyes were fading, whose blood ran thin with age.

“‘Let him go!’ cried the tribes-people.  ’This unclean monster can only be overcome by cleanliness, this creature of greed can only be overthrown by generosity.  Let him go!’ The chiefs and the medicine-men listened, then consented.  ‘Go,’ they commanded, ’and fight this thing with your strongest weapons—­cleanliness and generosity.’

“The Tenas Tyee turned to his mother.  ‘I shall be gone four days,’ he told her, ’and I shall swim all that time.  I have tried all my life to be generous, but the people say I must be clean also to fight this unclean thing.  While I am gone put fresh furs on my bed every day, even if I am not here to lie on them; if I know my bed, my body and my heart are all clean I can overcome this serpent.’

“‘Your bed shall have fresh furs every morning,’ his mother said simply.