CHAPTER XVIII

LIFE IN SKOOKUM JOHN'S CAMP

Skookum John, which in Chinook means "Strong John," was a Makah, or Neah

Bay, Indian, whose home was at Cape Flattery, on the shore of the

Pacific, and at the southern side of the entrance to the superb strait

of Juan de Fuca. He was a _Tyhee_, or chief, among his people, for he

was not only their biggest man, being a trifle over six feet tall, while

very few of his tribe exceeded five feet nine inches in height, but he

was the boldest and most successful hunter of whales among them. This

alone would have given him high rank in the tribe, for to them the

whales that frequent the warm waters of the coast are what buffalo were

to the Indians of the great plains.

The Makahs are fish-eaters, and while they catch and dry or smoke

quantities of salmon, halibut, and cod, they esteem the whale more than

all other denizens of the sea, because there is so much of him, because

he is so good to eat, and because he furnishes them with the oil which

they use on all their food, as we use butter, and which they trade for

nearly every other necessity of their simple life.

They hunt the whale in big open canoes hewn from logs of yellow-cedar,

long-beaked and wonderfully carved, painted a dead black outside and

bright red within. Formerly they used sails of cedar matting, but now

they are made of heavy drilling or light duck. Eight men go in a

whaling-canoe--one to steer, one to throw the slender harpoons, and six

to wield the long paddles, the blades of which are wide at the upper end

and gradually narrow to a point below, which is the very best way to

make all paddles except those used for steering. In these canoes Skookum

John and his people chase whales far out to sea, sometimes following

them for days without returning to land. Every time they get near enough

to one of the monsters they hurl into him a harpoon, to the head of

which is attached, by a length of stout kelp, a float made of a whole

seal-skin sewn up and inflated. The heavy drag of these floats

eventually so tires the whale that he is at the mercy of his enemies,

and they tow him ashore in triumph.

The big Siwash, being an expert whaleman, had much oil to trade, and

made frequent visits to Victoria for this purpose. Here, being an

intelligent man and keenly noticing all that he saw, he learned much

concerning the whites and their ways, besides picking up a fair

knowledge of their language.

So it happened that when the smugglers who proposed to operate in the

upper Sound began to cast, about for some trustworthy person, who would

also be free from suspicion, to look out for their interests in that

section, and keep them posted as to the whereabouts of cutters, they

very wisely selected Skookum John, and offered him inducements that he

could not afford to refuse. He, of course, knew nothing of the laws they

proposed to violate, nor did he care, for political economy had never

been included in Skookum John's studies.

So the Makah Tyhee closed his substantial house of hewn planks on Neah

Bay, and, with all his wives and children--of whom Bah-die was the

eldest and little Nittitan the youngest--and his dogs and canoes, and

much whale oil, and many mats, he made the long journey to the place in

which we find him. Here he established a summer camp of brush huts, and

ostensibly went into the business of fishing for the Tacoma market. He

had brought his big whaling-canoe, and the little paddling canoes in

which his children were accustomed to brave the Pacific breakers

apparently for the fun of being rolled over and over in the surf. Above

all, he had brought a light sailing-canoe which was fashioned with such

skill that its equal for speed and weatherly qualities had never been

seen among canoes of its size on the coast. It was in this swift craft

that he darted about the Sound at night to discover the movements of

revenue-men, watch for signals from incoming smugglers, and flash in

return the lights that told of safety or danger.

Although not possessed of a high sense of honor, Skookum John was loyal

to his employers, because it paid him to be so, and because no one had

ever tempted him to be otherwise. At the same time he was not above

performing a service for the other side, provided it would also pay, and

so he did not hesitate to promise the cutter's third lieutenant that in

return for twenty-five dollars he would use every effort to find and

return to him the lost boys. As the lieutenant had not seen fit to

mention the capture of the smuggling sloop that morning, or to say that

the boys in question formed part of her crew, he had no idea that one of

them was the lad with whom he had arranged his entire system of night

signals.

When he did learn of the blow that threatened to retire him from

business, and the reason why the revenue-men were so desirous of finding

the lost boys, he began to wish that he saw his way clear to the winning

of that reward, for twenty-five dollars is a large sum to be made so

easily. But the revenue-men wanted _two_ boys, and the only other one

besides Bonny at present available, was the young medicine-man, the

_hyas doctin_, who had not only found his dearly loved Nittitan in the

dark _hyas stick_ (forest), but had so marvellously mended what he

firmly believed to have been a broken leg.

The old Siwash was not honorable, and he was very mercenary. At the same

time, he was grateful, and would have suffered much to prevent harm from

coming to the lad who had placed him under such obligations. He was also

superstitious, and rather afraid of the powers of a _hyas doctin_. So he

determined to make the boys as comfortable as possible, and keep them

with him until he could communicate with the _Tyhee_ of the _piah-ship_

(steamer). If two lost boys were worth twenty-five dollars, one lost boy

must be worth at least half that sum; while it was just possible that he

might obtain the whole reward for one boy. In that case, Bonny must be

handed over to those who were willing to pay for him; for business is

business even among the Siwash, and charity begins at home all over the

world. Of course, Skookum John did not use these expressions, for he was

not acquainted with them, but what he thought meant exactly the same

thing.

In consequence of these reflections, all of which passed the Indian's

mind in the space of a few seconds, Bonny had no time to make a request

for food before the very best that the camp afforded was placed before

them. There were small square chunks of whale-skin, as black and tough

as the heel of a rubber boot. It was expected that these would be chewed

for a moment, until the impossibility of masticating them was

discovered, and that they would then be swallowed whole. After them came

boiled fishes heads, of which the eyes were considered the chief

delicacy, and these were followed by several kinds of dried and smoked

fish, including salmon and halibut, besides bits of smoked whale looking

like so many pieces of dried citron. All of these were to be dipped in

hot whale oil before being eaten.

Then came another course of fish--this time fresh and plain

boiled--which the Indians ate with a liberal supply of whale oil. Then

boiled potatoes which were also dipped in oil after each bite. The

crowning glory of the feast was a small quantity of hard bread, which

for a change was dipped in whale oil and eaten dripping, and with this

was served a mixture of huckleberries and oil beaten to a paste.

In regard to this liberal use of oil it must be said that Skookum John's

whale oil was universally acknowledged to be the sweetest and most

skilfully prepared to prevent rancidity of any in the Neah Bay village,

and his family regarded it with the same pride that the proprietors of

the best Orange County dairy do the finest products of their churn. It

was therefore a great disappointment to them that Alaric did not

appreciate it, and after trying a small quantity on a bit of potato,

refused a further supply. He even seemed to prefer pate-de-foie-gras, of

which the boys had a single jar. This he opened in honor of the

occasion, and with it to spread over his bread and potatoes, a liberal

helping of the boiled fish, and an innumerable number of smoked halibut

strips boiled after a manner taught him by Bonny, the millionaire's son

made a supper that he declared was one of the very best he had ever

eaten.

In order that their new-found friends might not feel too badly over

Alaric's refusal to partake more liberally of their whale oil, Bonny

gave them to understand that it was not because he disliked it, but not

being accustomed to rich food, he was afraid of making himself ill if he

indulged in it too freely.

At this meal the young sailor tasted both pate-de-foie-gras and whale

oil for the first time, and after carefully considering the merits of

the two delicacies, declared that he could not tell which was the worse,

and that as it would be just as difficult to learn to like one as the

other, he thought he would devote his energies to the oil.

After supper a rude shelter against the chill dampness of the night was

constructed of small poles covered with a number of the useful bark

mats, of which the Indian women of that coast make enormous quantities.

A few armfuls of spruce-tips were cut and spread beneath it, a couple of

mats were laid over these, two more were provided for covering, and

Alaric's first camp bed was ready for him. Both lads were so dead tired

that they needed no second invitation to fling themselves down on their

sweet-scented couch, and were asleep almost instantly. As Skookum John

and Bah-die had also been out all the night before, they were not long

in following the example of their guests, and so within an hour after

supper the whole camp was buried in a profound slumber.

By earliest daylight of the next morning the older Indian was up and

stirring about very softly so as not to awaken the strangers. He was

about to make an effort to earn that twenty-five dollars, and believed

that by careful management it might be his before noon. He planned to

notify the commander of the cutter that while he could deliver one of

the desired lads into his hands, the other had taken a canoe and gone to

Tacoma, where he would no doubt be readily found. If the _Tyhee_ of the

_piah-ship_ agreed to pay him the offered reward or even half of it for

one lad, he would ask that a boat might be sent to the camp for him. In

the meantime he would return first and invite both boys to go out

fishing--Bonny in a canoe with him, and the other in a second canoe

with Bah-die, who would be instructed to take his passenger out of sight

somewhere up the coast. Then the cutter's boat would be allowed to

overtake his canoe, and Bonny would be handed over to those who wanted

him, without trouble.

It was an admirably conceived plan, and the old Siwash chuckled over it

as he softly launched his lightest canoe, stepped into it, and paddled

swiftly away.

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