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achook of the Chilkats told me these talesof The Time That Was. But before the telling,he of the Northland and I of the Southland hadtravelled many a mile with dog-team, snowshoes,and canoe.
If the stories suffer in the telling, as suffer theymust afar from that wondrous Alaskan backgroundof mountain and forest, glacier and river, wrenchedfrom the setting of campfires and trail, and divorcedfrom the soft gutturals and halting throat notes inwhich they have been handed down from generationto generation of Chilkat and Chilkoot, blame notZachook, who told them to me, and forbear to blameme who tell them to you as best I may in this stiffEnglish tongue. They were many months in thetelling and many weary miles have I had to carrythem in my memory pack.
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