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It was supposed to be haunted, and was therefore visited only by the more daring and courageous among the children of the tribe. Tumbler and Pussi were unquestionably the most daring among these partly owing to native bravery in both, and partly to profound ignorance and inexperience of danger. "Let's go to ze g'een cave," suggested Tumbler. Pussi returned that most familiar of replies a nod.

With the indomitable perseverance that was natural to him, the latter had made a second attempt to lead Pussi to the cave, and had been successful. "What is he goin' to do?" asked Pussi, in a voice of alarm. "Goin' to run away vid sister Nunaga," replied Tumbler. "I heard Ippegoo say dat to his mudder. Ujarak is goin' to take her away, an' nebber, nebber come back no more."

It was indeed a time of immense jubilation for every one was gratified more or less from the chief of the Moravian Brethren down to Tumbler and Pussi, who absolutely wallowed in fun and unctuous food, while Angut and Nunaga were of course supremely happy. The wedding ceremony, performed by Hans Egede, we need hardly say, was simple, and the festivities which followed were not complex.

Neither is it necessary to comment on the enjoyment they found that night in a supper of fresh meat, and in fighting the battle, as well as a good many other battles, over again. But in the midst of it all there was a cloud on the brows of Angut, Simek, and Okiok, for their anxiety about the fate of Nunaga, Pussi, and Tumbler was intense.

Tumbler and Pussi, after gazing for a considerable time at each other in a state of blank amazement at the whole proceedings, had finally dropped off to sleep on a pile of deerskins. Nunaga and Kabelaw, wrapping themselves in two of these, leaned against each other and conversed in low whispers.

On his ramble he fell in with a companion of about his own size, whose costume was that of a woman in miniature namely, a short coat with a fully developed tail, which trailed on the ground with the approved fashionable swing. This was none other than Pussi, the little daughter of Simek, the great hunter.

Nunaga took up little Pussi with one hand, and the materials for producing fire with the other, and followed her companion. Tumbler brought up the rear, staggering under the weight of the cooking-lamp. They had only a couple of hundred yards to go.

The query was addressed to her stark naked baby, which broke from a tremendous stare into a benignant laugh, that had the effect of shutting up its eyes at the same time that it opened its little mouth. It must be remarked here that although we have called Pussi a baby, she was not exactly an infant. She could walk, and understand, and even talk.

The wizard tried, and found that he could creep on his hands and one knee, dragging the wounded limb on the ice. It gave him excruciating pain, but he was too much of a man to mind that. In a few minutes he was lying at full length on the sledge. "Now, Tumbler and Pussi," said Nunaga, "cover him well up with skins, while I go and fetch Kabelaw, but don't touch his leg."

One of these was the wife of Simek, the best hunter of the tribe. Her name was Pussimek. She was round and short, comely and young, and given to giggling. She had a baby a female baby named after her, but more briefly, Pussi, which resembled her in all respects except size. Beside her sat the mother of Ippegoo.