"roving salutation"

No cloud, nosound, save only the deep thunderous snores coming from the cabin.
She stood by and senttwo small boats ashore. The bitter-sweet of their overwhelming loneliness createda longing to return to them. She was drifting more slowly now, her propellerfouled in kelp.
The shadows of the totempoles across the beach seemed as real as the poles themselves.
Civilization crept nearer and the Indianwent to meet it, abandoning his old haunts.
The kitchen was comfortable, with a fine cook-stove, a sink, anda round table to eat off. She had opened one of the houses and was sitting on the floor closeto a low fire. It was as ifyou were coming into the jaws of something too big and awful evento have a name. No, it has leaned over like that for many, many years.
Every minute it gotlouder as we came nearer to the mouth of the Inlet. When the man reached the gas boat, thescreams of the boy stopped. Soon we began dipping into green valleys, and tearing up eruptinghills.
She knelt, dipped her hand in and pulled out an axe. The house was then quitequiet just the waves sighing on the shore. Under her shawl sheand the child were one big heap in the half-dark of the house. They havent any, I replied a little sulkily.
Jones filled his pailsat the spring and returned to the scow, leaving us stranded on theshore. When he had put me on the beach,he went back to get Louisa and Maria and the things. Besides myself there was another passenger, a bad-temperedEnglishman with a cold in his head. Soon we began dipping into green valleys, and tearing up eruptinghills. There was alarge kitchen, a living-room and double parlours. Solitary, uncounted hours in one of those hideous square-snoutedpits of fish smell!