The Lone Indian
On Jutting Rocks the Black Klap-Poose, the Shag in Silence Sits
A West Coast Indian Wearing the Kut-sack
A Pictographic Painting--The Coat of Arms of Shewish, Seshaht Chief
The Bark Gives Way and Comes in Strips from off the Trees
We Dance Round our Fires and Sing Again
Next Day E're Mid-day Came They Had Set Sail
Brushing the Hemlock Boughs, he Walked Stealthily
Ka-koop-et
Stone Hammer Used by the Indians of Barkley Sound
He Shot an Arrow Straight Above his Head
Then Eut-le-ten Stood Within the Fire