There were also strings of bits of abalone shell which had been
punctured and then polished, and these Sholoc hung around his neck.
"Uncle," exclaimed Gesnip, touching one of these strings, "how much
money! You have grown rich at Santa Catalina. What will you buy?"
"Buy me a wife, perhaps," was the reply. "I will give two strings for a
good wife. Do you know any worth so much?"
"No," said the girl, stoutly. "I don't know any worth two whole strings
of abalone. You can get a good wife for much less."
The men, who had succeeded in loading the contents of the boats on their
heads and backs, now marched away, in single file, crossing the heavy
sand dunes slowly, then mounting the range of foothills beyond. The
children followed. Gesnip had her basket bound to her head by a strap
round her forehead; but, though her uncle had taken out part of the
contents, it was a heavy load for the child.
As they neared the top of the hill, Sholoc, who was ahead, lifted his
hand and motioned them to stop.
"Hush," he said softly, "elk." Swiftly the men slipped off their loads
and with bows in hand each one crept flat on his belly over the hill
crest.
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