“The Tenas Tyee then stripped himself, and, with no clothing save a buckskin belt into which he thrust his hunting-knife, he flung his lithe young body into the sea.  But at the end of four days he did not return.  Sometimes his people could see him swimming far out in mid-channel, endeavoring to find the exact centre of the serpent, where lay its evil, selfish heart; but on the fifth morning they saw him rise out of the sea, climb to the summit of Brockton Point, and greet the rising sun with outstretched arms.  Weeks and months went by, still the Tenas Tyee would swim daily searching for that heart of greed; and each morning the sunrise glinted on his slender young copper-colored body as he stood with outstretched arms at the tip of Brockton Point, greeting the coming day and then plunging from the summit into the sea.

“And at his home on the north shore his mother dressed his bed with fresh furs each morning.  The seasons drifted by; winter followed summer, summer followed winter.  But it was four years before the Tenas Tyee found the centre of the great salt-chuck oluk and plunged his hunting-knife into its evil heart.  In its death-agony it writhed through the Narrows, leaving a trail of blackness on the waters.  Its huge body began to shrink, to shrivel; it became dwarfed and withered, until nothing but the bones of its back remained, and they, sea-bleached and lifeless, soon sank to the bed of the ocean leagues off from the rim of land.  But as the Tenas Tyee swam homeward and his clean, young body crossed through the black stain left by the serpent, the waters became clear and blue and sparkling.  He had overcome even the trail of the salt-chuck oluk.

“When at last he stood in the doorway of his home he said, ’My mother, I could not have killed the monster of greed amongst my people had you not helped me by keeping one place for me at home fresh and clean for my return.’

“She looked at him as only mothers look.  ’Each day, these four years, fresh furs have I laid for your bed.  Sleep now, and rest, oh! my Tenas Tyee,’ she said.”

* * * * *

The chief unfolded his arms, and his voice took another tone as he said, “What do you call that story—­a legend?”

“The white people would call it an allegory,” I answered.  He shook his head.

“No savvy,” he smiled.

I explained as simply as possible, and with his customary alertness he immediately understood.  “That’s right,” he said.  “That’s what we say it means, we Squamish, that greed is evil and not clean, like the salt-chuck oluk.  That it must be stamped out amongst our people, killed by cleanliness and generosity.  The boy that overcame the serpent was both these things.”

“What became of this splendid boy?” I asked.

“The Tenas Tyee?  Oh! some of our old, old people say they sometimes see him now, standing on Brockton Point, his bare young arms outstretched to the rising sun,” he replied.