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"But how did you discover me?" resumed Cheenbuk. "I not only spoke with a deeper voice, but I put black and oil on my face, and pulled my hood well forward." "When the Eskimo wants to blind the man-of-the-woods," answered Nazinred, sententiously, "he must remember that he is a man, not a child. The cry of the grey geese is always the same, though some of them have deeper voices than others.
Nazinred puffed a voluminous cloud from his lips and two streaming cloudlets from his nose ere he replied. "When my son," he said, "was on the banks of the Greygoose River his voice was not so deep!" Cheenbuk burst into a laugh and threw back his hood. "You know me, then, you man-of-the-woods," said he, holding out his hand in the white trader fashion which the other had taught him.
On the second night, as the Eskimos sat in their igloe at supper talking over the events of the day, Nazinred asked Cheenbuk what he intended to do "For," said he, "it is not possible to take back with us on one sledge more than a small part of the many good things that we have found." "The man-of-the-woods is right," interposed the magician; "he is wise. One sledge cannot carry much.
"Do they dwell far from here?" asked Nazinred, anxiously in spite of himself. "Not far. I can soon take you to their igloes. But tell me, man-of-the-woods, do you think your child had no reason for leaving home in this way except fondness for the young man?" "I know not," returned the Indian, with a doubtful, almost a hopeful look. "What other reason could she have?
There was a man-of-the-woods, and he had a squaw and one child, a girl. The parents were very fond of this girl. She was graceful like the swan. Her eyes were large, brown, and beautiful like the eyes of a young deer. She was active and playful like the young rabbit. When she was at home the wigwam was full of light. When she was absent it was dark.
"Come, Anteek, with me; bring a harpoon and a coil with you. We will show the man-of-the-woods what we can do." He said this with a look of self-confidence, for Cheenbuk, being a noted hunter among his fellows, was naturally rather proud of his powers.
The Indian shook his head. "Men do not start off alone on a journey to nowhere," he replied. "The big canoe must have been crushed in the ice, and the men must have started off together to search for Eskimos. I think they must all have died on the way, and this one walked farthest." "The man-of-the-woods is wise," said Oolalik. "If we follow the track we shall soon find out."
Then he spoke in a low tone: "My son has made glad the heart of the man-of-the-woods. When we met by the river and strove together, we were drawn by a cord that anger could not snap. It is strange that you should now be chosen by Manitou to bring me such good news." "Manitou can do stranger things than this, my father."
Before he could find words to reply, Nazinred, whose vision was keen and practised, pointed out something that appeared like a cloud on the horizon ahead of them, and which he declared to be land. "I have noticed that the eyes of the man-of-the-woods are sharper than those of the Eskimo," said Cheenbuk.
A face does not change its shape because it is dirtied with oil and black. Men draw hoods over their faces when going out of a lodge, not when coming in. When smoking tobacco is seen for the first time, surprise is always created. Waugh!" "What you say is true, man-of-the-woods," returned Cheenbuk, smiling. "I am not equal to you at deceiving."
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