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Of course Adolay was only too glad to fall in with this arrangement, and said that she would go along the shore and collect small masses of drift-wood for the fire, while her companion lifted up the canoe and made the encampment. "You will not find much drift-wood, I think," said Cheenbuk, as she was about to set off, "for the currents don't set upon this island much.
"Ho! yes; and a father too and they're both fat and heavy and kind. When they come to know that you have been so kind to me, they will receive you with joy." "No," said Adolay, shaking her small head decidedly, "I will not go. They may kill me if they like, but I will never forsake my mother." "Are you determined?" "Yes for sure."
"Ah!" sighed the girl, when she had disposed of her share, "the white traders bring us a black stuff which we mix with water hot, and find it very good to drink." "Yes? What is it?" asked Cheenbuk, applying his lips a second time with infinite zest to the water. "I know not what it is. The white men call it tee," said Adolay, dwelling with affectionate emphasis on the ee's. "Ho!
Then with a light bound he sprang forward, grasped a little piece of cord, and pulled out from beneath a heap of rubbish what appeared to be an old cast-off moccasin. And such indeed it was. It had belonged to Adolay!
Meanwhile the Eskimo set to work with characteristic enthusiasm to arrange the camp. Choosing a spot where a low wall of rock sheltered him from the north, he laid a few stones in a heap to mark the place for the fire. Then he carried up the canoe, and laid it down bottom up, so as to face the fire. Underneath it he made a snug nest of twigs and leaves for Adolay to rest in.
Had the Indian dreamed of a traitor in the camp he would not have deemed the captive's position as secure as it should be, but the idea of any one in the village favouring a contemptible eater-of-raw-flesh never once entered his imagination. Nevertheless, Adolay was in the bush behind the tree, and not only heard his words, but saw his movements.
Meanwhile Adolay, having seen the Eskimo fairly in grips with the sentinel, ran swiftly back towards the village, intending, before going to Cheenbuk at the cliff, to let her mother know what she had done, and what she still purposed to do namely to embark with the Eskimo in a birch-bark canoe, guide him across the small lake that lay near the village, and show him the rivulet that would lead him into the Greygoose River.
Moreover, a faint hope, that he would have found it difficult to define, was aroused by the fact that the kidnapper of his child had formerly been the rescuer of his wife. As we have seen, his first attempt to go off in his canoe in search of Adolay was frustrated by young ice forming on the sea, and for a considerable time afterwards the Arctic Sea was impassable to any kind of craft.
"All our men like it," said Adolay; "they smoke every day sometimes all day. And some of our women like it too." "Do you like it?" asked the Eskimo, quickly. "No, I don't like it." "Good that is well. Now, we will cook some of your dried meat for supper." By that time the fire was blazing cheerily.
That shows that it was at the beginning of the warm time." "Adolay is the worthy daughter of a Dogrib chief!" said Nazinred, patting the girl's shoulder. "I hope she'll be the worthy wife of an Eskimo youth some day," thought Cheenbuk, but, as usual, he said nothing.
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