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Updated: July 3, 2025
Amalatok confirmed the wizard's opinions, and both opinions were still more powerfully confirmed, while he was speaking, by a gust of wind which suddenly came rushing at them as if from all points of the compass, converging at the Pole and shooting upwards like a whirlwind, carrying several hats of the party with volumes of the now wildly agitated snow up into the sky.
The result of Grabantak's meditation was that, considering the nature and wonderful weapons of the men by whom Amalatok had been reinforced, he thought it advisable to return to his own land, which was not far distant, for the purpose of adding to the force with which he meant to subjugate the men of Poloe.
Even a less observant man than Chingatok might have seen that the old chief was not only disturbed in mind, but also in body, for his features twitched convulsively, and his face grew red as he thought of his wrongs. "Listen," said Amalatok, flinging the rib at another intrusive dog, again with success, and laying his hand impressively on his son's arm.
"Why not?" echoed Chingatok. When Amalatok and Makitok heard the question propounded, they also said, "Why not?" and, as nobody objected, the thing was settled off-hand then and there. "But," said the prime minister of Flatland, starting a difficulty, "who is to be greatest chief?"
"Good, good," remarked the old chief, flinging the walrus rib at an intrusive dog with signal success, "I am glad to hear you say that, because I may want their help." Amalatok showed one symptom of true greatness a readiness to divest himself of prejudice. "For what do you require their help, father?" asked Chingatok.
As Amalatok had arrived that very day on a visit from Poloeland with his prime minister and several chiefs, and Grabantak was residing on the spot, with a number of chiefs from the surrounding islands, who had come to behold the famous Kablunets, there was a sort of impromptu gathering of the northern clans which lent appropriate dignity to the wedding.
I will fight him to the last gasp; kill all his men; slay his women; drown his children; level his huts; burn up his meat " Amalatok paused and glared, apparently uncertain about the propriety of wasting good meat. The pause gave his wrath time to cool.
Evidently Butterface shared his hopes, for he showed the whites of his eyes and grinned amazingly as he clenched his horny hands. "Yes our enemies," said Amalatok. "The advanced guard of the host," said the Captain, heartily; "come, the sooner we get ready for self-defence the better."
"I can make any one of them tremble and jump by throwing a spear at him." A slight titter from the assembly testified to the success of this reply. "But," rejoined the Captain, with deepening solemnity, "I will do it without throwing a spear." "So will I, by suddenly howling at him in the dark," said Amalatok. At this his men laughed outright. "But I will not howl or move," said the Captain.
His thoughts had been already turned to an eminently practical subject. "I'm tole," said he, seating himself beside our hero, "dat Grabantak holds a talk 'bout fighting." "And a council of war," said Leo. "I know what the result of that will be. When leaders like Grabantak and Amalatok decide for war, most of the people follow them like a flock of sheep.
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