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The evening of the third day from there Bill traveled till dusk . When camp was made and the fire started , he called Hazel to one side , up on a little rocky knoll , and pointed out a half dozen pin points of yellow glimmering distantly in the dark . `` That 's Bella Coola , '' he told her . `` And unless they 've made a radical change in their sailing schedules there should be a boat clear to-morrow at noon . '' A black cloud of smoke was rolling up from the funnel of the _ Stanley D. _ as Bill Wagstaff piloted Hazel from the grimy Bella Coola hotel to the wharf . `` There are n't many passengers , '' he told her . `` They 're mostly cannery men .