CHAPTER XXXV

YALTH, AND THE BUTTERFLY

In the beginning, when Yalth, the great raven, the friend and benefactor

of the human race, was looking for a good region for men to occupy, the

butterfly hovered over his head as he flew. When he came to the country

now occupied by the Haida nations, the butterfly pointed with his

proboscis to the good lands and said, “Where the bear are, there salmon,

sprouts and good living will be found in abundance;” so that accounts for

the residence of the Haidas on the Prince of Wales island, and for bear

living so plentifully in that region.

At the base of the column is the beaver, the totem of Schooltka’s wife

and children.

At one corner of his house is a commemorative column somewhat shorter

than the totem column erected to his memory. Among other events pictured

on the incompleted column is his cordial welcome to the missionary and

the children with books in their hands, illustrate quite truthfully the

attitude toward the whites of this most truly noble Indian of the Haida

race. He was always the friend of the white man, and when the Rev. J. L.

Gould, the Presbyterian missionary arrived in the village, he received

a warm welcome from Schooltka. His comfortable house was placed at the

disposal of the missionary and his family, and the mission school was

conducted there for several years. The chief has now been dead several

years, but leaves a wife who possesses many of his good qualities and

shares in his friendship for the whites.

A visit to the home of Mrs. Schooltka would not be without interest. The

house is a modern form of Haida dwelling, covering quite an extensive

area and two stories in height, but constructed of huge timbers and hewed

boards in Haida fashion. One wishing to enter is conducted down several

steps to the door, which opens on the first floor, which is several feet

below the level of the ground. One large room includes all the lower

portion of the house. The great posts which compose its massive frame

are richly carved and painted with various traditions of the race, tribe

and family. Slate and wood carving rattles, carved instruments, models

of various shaped canoes and soldier clothes are scattered hither and

thither. There is a stage-like platform about six feet in width reaching

quite around a room which is only partially lighted by two windows in the

front of the house. In the center of the room a large box stove has taken

the place of the crude fireplace and smoke hole of their more savage

days. In one corner is a modern cooking stove with its pots, kettles,

pans, skillets, etc., showing that civilized methods of cooking have

superceded the old way of cooking meat and fish on sticks, or by roasting

in holes dug in the ground under a hot fire. Mrs. Schooltka has found

an easier way of boiling her food than by putting it in a water-tight

basket, covering it with water and casting hot stones into it. But after

all the most strikingly interesting figure in the room is Mrs. Schooltka

herself. In stature she is short and stout, though her figure is by no

means repulsive. She possesses a very alert expression of countenance

and her face is on the whole pleasing. Though about 40 years of age, one

would think her very much younger, owing to the absence of wrinkles in

her face. She takes a keen interest in everything, and never tires of

telling stories of her late husband. A visitor would no doubt be much

amused at the very indefinite idea of time which these Indians have.

Thus, if this good, but simple-minded woman is asked how long she lived

with her husband, her answer will be, in mixed English and Chinook,

“Klo-nass, ni-ka ha-lo, cum-tux; nika tum-tum klone hundred years,”

meaning that she was not sure, but thought she had lived with him about

300 years.

[Illustration: MRS. SCHOOLTKA, WHO LIVED 300 YEARS WITH HER HUSBAND]

There is one thing in which the Haidas differ widely from other Indians:

they are not fond of bright colors in their clothing, black being always

preferred. Even in their shawls and handkerchiefs they prefer that they

be black or some other conservative color. Missionary societies sending

them second-handed clothing make a great mistake in this particular.

Though the Haidas are as fond of display as formerly their ceremonial

dances, in which the whole tribe engaged, are now rare, in fact they

have not been seen for several years. The spirit of imitation has taken

hold of the Haida and he now copies the methods of Europeans in such

matters. Most of the petty chiefs have been to Victoria, B. C., and seen

the soldiers drill. They have also witnessed the operations of the fire

department of that place.

[Illustration: SILVER AND COPPER ORNAMENTS

HAIDA INDIANS]

Copying British styles they have uniformed themselves with red

coats, forming quite a large army, and have a brilliantly uniformed

fire company. Their parades are frequent and they present a very

self-important, if not formidable, appearance as they march proudly

along, keeping time to the wild, grand music of the tribes, their own

boisterous drums, and the native whistles and trumpets, through their

rough narrow streets, performing various evolutions and halting to drill.

Indifferent whether armed with guns or sticks, many of the swords of the

officers being of wood, they draw up in line, go through the facings,

marching and counter-marching, the manual of arms and various other

exercises. Conspicuous on such occasions is Mr. John, whose portrait

is here presented. He is very ambitious to become one of the general

officers of the army. So, as often as the drilling day comes around he

calls on the Rev. Gould, who was a soldier in the late civil war, for

instructions in military tactics. On one occasion the good man asked

him if he expected to learn in a moment what it took him (Mr. Gould)

three years to learn. This discouraged Mr. John for a time, but he soon

recovered and is now occasionally a military pupil of Mr. Gould’s. The

parades of the fire company are pompous and magnificent, but damaging

stories are told of them so far as their real usefulness is concerned.

One evening Mr. E. T. McLeod looked out of the door of his store and

beheld one of the Indian’s houses in flames. With the aid of a fire

extinguisher and a little water he quickly quenched the blaze before the

fire company arrived. The Indians who composed the company were very

angry with him for not waiting until they could get their suits on and

reach the scene in dress parade uniform. The latter incident illustrates

the childish notions of a savage race capable of a high degree of

cultivation.

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