LEGENDS OF VANCOUVER

crossed the Tulameen River.” Together they
stood, side by side, and looked down at the
depths before them, watching in silence the
little torrent rollicking and roystering over its
boulders and crags.

“That is my country,” he said, looking
across the river. “This is the country of your
father, and of your brothers; they are my
enemies. I return to my own shore tonight.
Will you come with me?”

She looked up into his handsome young face.
So this was her father’s foe—the dreaded
Tulameen!

“Will you come?” he repeated.

“I will come,” she whispered.

It was in the dark of the moon and through
the kindly night he led her far up the rocky
shores to the narrow belt of quiet waters,
where they crossed in silence into his own
country. A week, a month, a long golden
summer, slipped by, but the insulted old chief
and his enraged sons failed to find her.

Then one morning as the lovers walked to-
gether on the heights above the far upper
reaches of the river, even the ever-watchful
eyes of the Tulameen failed to detect the lurk-
ing enemy. Across the narrow canyon
crouched and crept the two outwitted broth-
ers of the girl-wife at his side; their arrows
were on their bow-strings, their hearts on fire

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