One's littleness, at times, was almost frightening.

It made one think, impressed upon one that life was not much more than an accident in this vast scale of creation, and that there was great necessity for a God.

In Kio's eyes, as he sometimes looked down into the valleys, there was this thing; the thought which perhaps he couldn't analyze, the great truth which he couldn't understand, but felt.

It made a worshipper of him--a devout worshipper of the totem.

And it occurred to David that perhaps the spirit of God was in that totem even as much as in finger-worn rosaries and the ivory crosses on women's breasts.
Early on the eleventh day they came to the confluence of the Pitman and the Stikine rivers, and a little later Kio turned back on his homeward journey, and David and Baree were alone.