Tillicum

"_Skookum tillicum_," he muttered gravely, pointing his mittened hand toward the boy. ❋ Unknown (1921)

My young tillicum had finished his tradition, and his great, solemn eyes regarded me half-wistfully. ❋ Unknown (1911)

AVE you ever sailed around Point Grey? asked a young Squamish tillicum of mine who often comes to see me, to share a cup of tea and a taste of muck-a-muck that otherwise I should eat in solitude. ❋ Unknown (1911)

My royal old tillicum had come to see me through the rains and mists of late winter days. ❋ Unknown (1911)

My tillicum did not use the word "lure" in telling me this legend. ❋ Unknown (1911)

In telling me the legend of "The Lost Talisman," my good tillicum, the late Chief Capilano, began the story with the almost amazing question, Had I ever heard of Napoleon Bonaparte? ❋ Unknown (1911)

As I brooded over this strange tale of a daughter's devotion I watched the sea and sky for something that would give me a clue to the inevitable sequel that the tillicum, like all his race, was surely withholding until the opportune moment. ❋ Unknown (1911)

After dinner I wandered astern with the traveller's ever-present hope of seeing the beauties of a typical Northern sunset, and by some happy chance I placed my deck-stool near an old tillicum, who was leaning on the rail, his pipe between his thin, curved lips, his brown hands clasped idly, his sombre eyes looking far out to sea, as though they searched the future – or was it that they were seeing the past? ❋ Unknown (1911)

My old tillicum lifted his paddle-blade to point towards it. ❋ Unknown (1911)

I had learned to love silences when with my old tillicum, for they always led to a legend. ❋ Unknown (1911)

ES, "said my old tillicum," we Indians have lost many things. ❋ Unknown (1911)

"Kla-how-ya, tillicum!" he replied, with the warmth of friendliness I have always met with among the Pacific tribes. ❋ Unknown (1911)

I thought of all the splendid courage I knew him to possess, so made answer: "But you say that the shadow of this island has fallen upon you; is it not so, tillicum?" ❋ Unknown (1911)

In telling me the legend of The Lost Talisman, my good tillicum, the late Chief Capilano, began the story with the almost amazing question, Had I ever heard of Napoleon Bonaparte? ❋ Unknown (1911)

As I brooded over this strange tale of a daughter's devotion, I watched the sea and sky for something that would give me a clue to the inevitable sequel that the tillicum, like all his race, was surely withholding until the opportune moment. ❋ Unknown (1911)

My old tillicum lifted his paddle blade to point towards it. ❋ Unknown (1911)