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Even old Mangivik did that as fast as his rheumatic limbs would let him. Raventik, reckless as usual, sprang down with a mighty lump, but finding the atmosphere below uncongenial, hurled it towards his predecessors, and sprang up again for a fresh supply, watering at the eyes and choking. The poor invalid Ondikik walked as hard as his fast-failing strength would permit.
One of these was closely followed up by Anteek, who had very cleverly launched his harpoon. Aglootook was also seen to be struggling with a buoy, which he was trying to haul in. "Keep off!" he cried in great excitement when old Mangivik paddled to his assistance; "I have lanced it twice. I need no help. See, the water is full of blood!"
You know his people are not used to laugh. They are very grave, but this one laughed till I became angry, and I would have fought with him, but " "Ay," interrupted Anteek, "but you were afraid, for he had the spouter." Before Gartok could reply Mangivik broke in. "Boo!" he exclaimed contemptuously, "it is of no use your talking so much.
There was an intensity of suppressed fervour in the manner of the boy, and an unwonted glitter in his eyes, which impressed every one who noticed him. "Yes, he is one of us," said Mangivik, shading his eyes with one hand, "and he has stolen a Fire-spouting girl with her kayak!"
I think that one wife is enough for one man; sometimes too much for him! I also think that if it is fair for a man to choose a woman, it is also fair for the woman to choose the man. I would gladly take Adolay for a wife, for she is good as well as pretty, but I do not know that she would take me for a husband." "Have you not asked her, then?" persisted Mrs Mangivik. "No.
"The boys," remarked Anteek; "I know them!" Adolay laughed. "Yes," she said, "I know them too, and they meddle with everything." "Come, man-of-the-woods," said Cheenbuk, "and see my father's igloe. He is hiding inside of it since the spouter made its noise. This is my sister, Nootka, and that," he added, pointing to Mrs Mangivik, who was gradually becoming untransfixed, "is my mother."
Cowlik smiled, and was equally ready to remain. Mangivik himself expressed no opinion on the subject, but twirled his thumbs faster as he expressed a hope that the cooking would be soon completed. It was finally arranged that only young men should go, with sledges and teams of dogs to fetch the meat home.
"Yes, and something did happen," said old Mangivik, "though I could not see how it happened, for the smoke. Did not a lump of snow fly in your face and knock you over among the children?" The magician ignored the question altogether, and, turning to Cheenbuk, asked if he thought there was yet any chance of saving the ship. "Not unless you manage to send some of your magic down and stop the fire."
When this was thoroughly understood, his hosts ceased to persecute him with regard to displays of his skill. One day, in the dead of the long winter, Cheenbuk proposed to Nazinred to go on a hunt after bears. The latter declined, on the ground that he had already arranged to go with Mangivik to watch at a seal-hole. Cheenbuk therefore resolved to take Anteek with him instead.
"Do you know," said Mangivik, pausing in his occupation, "that Gartok has been trying to get the young men to go to the Whale River, where you know there are plenty of birds and much wood? He wants to fight with the Fire-spouters." "Yes, I know it. Gartok is always for fighting and quarrelling. He likes it."
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