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Remember, you are full of cheese and crackers now," answered Rector. "You have been out with the white men surveying, I am told," resumed the Professor. Anvik nodded solemnly. "Big snow no trail big mountains. White men get lost. Anvik find, Anvik know trail. Anvik big pilot. Me take um to Ikogimeut when Yukon ice get hard so man can go safe with dog team.
Big Innuit feast." "When?" "Pretty quick. Every year big feast down to Ikogimeut when Yukon ice get hard, so man go safe with dog-team." "Do many people go?" "All Innuit go, plenty Ingalik go." "How far do they come?" "All over; come from Koserefsky, come from Anvik sometime Nulato." "Why, Nulato's an awful distance from Ikogimeut."
He drew on his mittens proudly, unjarred by remembrance of how his good resolution had come to grief. "Where you off to now?" "Me ketchum Father Wills me give letter." He tapped his deerskin-covered chest. "Ketchum sure 'fore him leave Ikogimeut." "You come back with Father Wills?" Nicholas nodded.
"At that Jesuit mission up yonder?" "Forty mile." "Well," says Potts, "I guess you've had enough walking for one winter." Nicholas seemed not to follow this observation. The Boy interpreted: "You heap tired, eh? You no go any more long walk till ice go out, eh?" Nicholas grinned. "Me go Ikogimeut all Pymeut go." "What for?" "Big feast." "Oh, the Russian mission there gives a feast?" "No.
I believe that, even with the sort in the two camps below Ikogimeut drinking, quarrelling, and making trouble with the natives at the Russian mission I believe that even with them, the gold they came up here for is a symbol a fetich, some of us may think.
When breakfast was done Mac left the Big Cabin without a word; but, instead of going over the divide across the treeless snow-waste to the little frozen river, where, turned up to the pale northern dawn, were lying the bones of a beast that had trampled tropic forests, in that other dawn of the Prime, the naturalist, turning his back on Elephas primigenius, followed in the track of the Boy down the great river towards Ikogimeut.
It had been very nice, and neighbourly, of Nicholas, as long ago as the 1st of December, to bring the big, new, cornucopia-shaped trap down on his sled on the way to the Ikogimeut festival.
"Three hundred and twenty miles," said the pilot, proud of his general information, and quite ready, since he had got a pipe between his teeth, to be friendly and communicative. "What do you do at Ikogimeut when you have these " "Big fire big feed tell heap stories big dance. Oh, heap big time!" "Once every year, eh, down at Ikogimeut?" "Three times ev' year.
"I reckon we just do!" But Nicholas had other views. "No, me take him " He hitched his body in the direction of Ikogimeut. "Bless my soul! you've got enough there for a regiment. You goin' to sell him? Hey?" Nicholas shook his head. "Oh, come off the roof!" advised the Boy genially. "You ain't carryin' it about for your health, I suppose?" said Potts.
"Then if grub gives out they'll be comin' back here?" suggested Potts. "Small doubt of it," agreed the priest. "And when I heard there were parties of the same sort stranded at intervals all along the Lower River " "You sure?" He nodded. "And when Father Orloff of the Russian mission told us that he was already having trouble with the two big rival parties frozen in the ice below Ikogimeut "
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