“Here is a roll of bark,” she said. “This I have never had interpreted. Can you read it for me, Euan?”

And there in the lantern light I read it, while she looked down over my shoulder.

“KADON!

“Aesa-yat-yen-enghdon, Lois! “Etho! [And here was painted a white dog lying dead, its tongue hanging out sideways.] “Hen-skerigh-watonte. “Jatthon-ten-yonk, Lois! “Jin-isaya-dawen-ken-wed-e-wayen. [Here was drawn in outline the foot and claws of a forest lynx.] “Niyi-eskah-haghs, na-yegh-nyasa-kenra-dake, niya-wennonh!” [Then a white symbol.]

For a long time I gazed at the writing in shocked silence. Then I asked her if she suspected