"Tyee Klake best harpoon-thrower of all the Thlinkits," said Kalitan, proudly.

With the impression of this story on my mind, it came into my head that the giant was personified by the towering spire: no wonder, thought I, that Don Quixote mistook a windmill for a giant, since I, even in my sober senses, cannot get rid of the idea that I see the mighty hand-thrower before me.

To him the witness-box was a pillory, notwithstanding there was more mud attaching to the throwers than to the mere object of their attention.