... This reminds me of a trader's wife, a devoted Christian, living up the coast, who had a native servant.  The girl had been with her for some time and had become very much attached to her mistress.  She used to go home to the camp every night and return to her work early in the morning.  One morning, as the lady, whose name was Viona, was busy with her toilet, and was in the act of brushing her teeth, the Indian maid, returning, chanced to look in at the door.  Seeing her mistress putting her teeth in her mouth, she cried out, "Oh, Viona! Viona!" and ran away as hard as she could run.  She told her friends that the lady was a ghost and had come from the grave, and she could not be persuaded to return for many a day. (Among the An-ko-me-nums or Flathead Tribes of Indians of the Pacific Coast, Crosby, 1907).