Blood for blood, rank for rank.  
—Thlinket Code.
 
 
 
"Hear now the death of Ligoun—"
 
The speaker ceased, or rather suspended utterance¹, and gazed upon me with an eye of understanding. I held the bottle between our eyes and the fire, indicated with my thumb the depth of the draught², and shoved it over to him; for was he not Palitlum, the Drinker? Many tales had he told me, and long had I waited for this scriptless scribe to speak of the things concerning Ligoun; for he, of all men living, knew these things best.
 
He tilted³ back his head with a grunt⁴ that slid swiftly into a gurgle, and the shadow of a man's torso, monstrous⁵ beneath a huge inverted⁶ bottle, wavered and danced on the frown of the cliff at our backs. Palitlum released his lips from the glass with a caressing⁷ suck and glanced regretfully up into the ghostly vault⁸ of the sky where played the wan⁹ white light of the summer borealis.
 
"It be strange," he said; "cold like water and hot like fire. To the drinker it giveth strength, and from the drinker it taketh away strength. It maketh old men young, and young men old. To the man who is weary it leadeth him to get up and go onward¹⁰, and to the man unweary it burdeneth him into sleep. My brother was possessed¹¹ of the heart of a rabbit, yet did he drink of it, and forthwith slay¹³ four of his enemies. My father was like a great wolf, showing his teeth to all men, yet did he drink of it and was shot through the back, running swiftly away. It be most strange."
 
"It is 'Three Star,' and a better than what they poison their bellies¹⁴ with down there," I answered, sweeping¹⁵ my hand, as it were, over the yawning chasm¹⁶ of blackness and down to where the beach fires glinted far below—tiny jets of flame which gave proportion and reality to the night.
 
Palitlum sighed and shook his head. "Wherefore I am here with thee."
 
And here he embraced the bottle and me in a look which told more eloquently¹⁷ than speech of his shameless thirst.
 
"Nay¹⁸," I said, snuggling the bottle in between my knees. "Speak now of Ligoun. Of the 'Three Star' we will hold speech hereafter."
 
"There be plenty, and I am not wearied," he pleaded brazenly²⁰. "But the feel of it on my lips, and I will speak great words of Ligoun and his last days."
 
"From the drinker it taketh away strength," I mocked, "and to the man unweary it burdeneth him into sleep."
 
"Thou art wise," he rejoined, without anger and pridelessly. "Like all of thy brothers, thou art wise. Waking or sleeping, the 'Three Star' be with thee, yet never have I known thee to drink overlong or overmuch. And the while you gather to you the gold that hides in our mountains and the fish that swim in our seas; and Palitlum, and the brothers of Palitlum, dig the gold for thee and net the fish, and are glad to be made glad when out of thy wisdom thou deemest it fit that the 'Three Star' should wet our lips."
 
"I was minded to hear of Ligoun," I said impatiently. "The night grows short, and we have a sore journey to-morrow."
 
I yawned and made as though to rise, but Palitlum betrayed a quick anxiety, and with abruptness²¹ began:—
 
"It was Ligoun's desire, in his old age, that peace should be among the tribes. As a young man he had been first of the fighting men and chief over the war-chiefs of the Islands and the Passes. All his days had been full of fighting. More marks he boasted of bone and lead and iron than any other man. Three wives he had, and for each wife two sons; and the sons, eldest²² born and last and all died by his side in battle. Restless as the bald-face, he ranged wide and far—north to Unalaska and the Shallow Sea; south to the Queen Charlottes, ay, even did he go with the Kakes, it is told, to far Puget Sound, and slay thy brothers in their sheltered houses.
 
"But, as I say, in his old age he looked for peace among the tribes. Not that he was become afraid, or overfond of the corner by the fire and the well-filled pot. For he slew²³ with the shrewdness and blood-hunger of the fiercest, drew in his belly²⁴ to famine with the youngest, and with the stoutest²⁵ faced the bitter seas and stinging trail. But because of his many deeds, and in punishment, a warship²⁶ carried him away, even to thy country, O Hair-Face and Boston Man; and the years were many ere he came back, and I was grown to something more than a boy and something less than a young man. And Ligoun, being childless in his old age, made much of me, and grown wise, gave me of his wisdom.
 
"'It be good to fight, O Palitlum,' said he. Nay, O Hair-Face, for I was unknown as Palitlum in those days, being called Olo, the Ever-Hungry. The drink was to come after. 'It be good to fight,' spoke²⁷ Ligoun, 'but it be foolish. In the Boston Man Country, as I saw with mine eyes, they are not given to fighting one with another, and they be strong. Wherefore, of their strength, they come against us of the Islands and Passes, and we are as camp smoke and sea mist before them. Wherefore I say it be good to fight, most good, but it be likewise foolish.'
 
"And because of this, though first always of the fighting men, Ligoun's voice was loudest, ever, for peace. And when he was very old, being greatest of chiefs and richest of men, he gave a potlatch. Never was there such a potlatch. Five hundred canoes were lined against the river bank, and in each canoe there came not less than ten of men and women. Eight tribes were there; from the first and oldest man to the last and youngest babe were they there. And then there were men from far-distant tribes, great travellers and seekers who had heard of the potlatch of Ligoun. And for the length of seven days they filled their bellies with his meat and drink. Eight thousand blankets did he give to them, as I well know, for who but I kept the tally²⁸ and apportioned²⁹ according to degree and rank? And in the end Ligoun was a poor man; but his name was on all men's lips, and other chiefs gritted³⁰ their teeth in envy that he should be so great.
 
"And so, because there was weight to his words, he counselled peace; and he journeyed to every potlatch and feast and tribal³¹ gathering³² that he might counsel peace. And so it came that we journeyed together, Ligoun and I, to the great feast given by Niblack, who was chief over the river Indians of the Skoot, which is not far from the Stickeen. This was in the last days, and Ligoun was very old and very close to death. He coughed of cold weather and camp smoke, and often the red blood ran from out his mouth till we looked for him to die.
 
"'Nay,' he said once at such time; 'it were better that I should die when the blood leaps to the knife, and there is a clash of steel and smell of powder, and men crying aloud what of the cold iron and quick lead.' So, it be plain, O Hair-Face, that his heart was yet strong for battle.
 
"It is very far from the Chilcat to the Skoot, and we were many days in the canoes. And the while the men bent³³ to the paddles, I sat at the feet of Ligoun and received the Law. Of small need for me to say the Law, O Hair-Face, for it be known to me that in this thou art well skilled. Yet do I speak of the Law of blood for blood, and rank for rank. Also did Ligoun go deeper into the matter, saying:—
 
"'But know this, O Olo, that there be little honor in the killing³⁴ of a man less than thee. Kill always the man who is greater, and thy honor shall be according to his greatness. But if, of two men, thou killest the lesser³⁵, then is shame thine, for which the very squaws will lift their lips at thee. As I say, peace be good; but remember, O Olo, if kill thou must, that thou killest by the Law.'
 
"It is a way of the Thlinket-folk," Palitlum vouchsafed³⁶ half apologetically.
 
And I remembered the gun-fighters and bad men of my own Western land, and was not perplexed³⁷ at the way of the Thlinket-folk.
 
"In time," Palitlum continued, "we came to Chief Niblack and the Skoots. It was a feast great almost as the potlatch of Ligoun. There were we of the Chilcat, and the Sitkas, and the Stickeens who are neighbors to the Skoots, and the Wrangels and the Hoonahs. There were Sundowns and Tahkos from Port Houghton, and their neighbors the Awks from Douglass Channel; the Naass River people, and the Tongas from north of Dixon, and the Kakes who come from the island called Kupreanoff. Then there were Siwashes from Vancouver, Cassiars from the Gold Mountains, Teslin men, and even Sticks from the Yukon Country.
 
"It was a mighty³⁸ gathering. But first of all, there was to be a meeting of the chiefs with Niblack, and a drowning of all enmities in quass. The Russians it was who showed us the way of making quass, for so my father told me,—my fath............