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Updated: June 11, 2025
His eyes were large and dark and swam with an ardent light. He turned. "Thou wilt not place thy face to mine, Annadoah? Yet I love thee, Annadoah. My heart melts as streams in springtime, Annadoah. My arms grow strong as the wind, and my hand swift as an arrow for love of thee, Annadoah. The joy the sight of thee gives me is greater than that of food after starving in the long winter!
There were silken young caribou hides, soft, fluffy white and blue fox pelts, as well as the skins of hares and the young of bears. Of these, Annadoah, in the last week of fading winter, made, according to custom, new garments for herself.
When he saw Annadoah a faint but very glad smile passed over his countenance; he made an effort to forget the anguished throes of pain in his limbs and the intermittent shudderings of cold and flushes of intense fever. He tried to speak, but then shook his head sadly. Instead, he pointed to the dilapidated sledge. Three of his dogs had perished five had been saved.
She heard Ootah's reply. "He hath gone the long journey of the dead." Annadoah breathed a sigh of relief and again floated into the coma of fever and exhaustion. The journey before Ootah was desperately difficult in the storm and darkness. In his way of reckoning he knew they had floated about two miles south of the village. The return lay along the sea and over crushed, blocked ice.
Out on the sea he saw the kayaks of his departing companions. "Good luck, Maisanguaq, have courage in the chase! Remember Annadoah awaits you all!" Annadoah called blithely and coquettishly after him.
"My shadow yearns only to the south . . . the far, far south." "Thy soul yearns to the south forsooth, will I all the more cherish thee. "The teeth of ookiah are not so sharp as the teeth in my heart," sobbed Annadoah. Ootah felt a great pity for her a pity and tenderness greater than his jealousy. "But I shall teach thee to forget, Annadoah." "I cannot forget.
Yea, thou wilt be mine? Surely for my heart bursts for love of thee, Annadoah." He leaned back, stretching his arms, but Annadoah shyly drew further inside her shelter. With a sigh he flung his leather line over his shoulder, seized his harpoons, and stepped from the tent. His step was resilient and buoyant, his slim body moved with the grace of an arctic deer.
In a fit of anger Ootah shook his arms frantically at the shrieking birds. For they seemed to mock him. "Spirits of the clouds," he wailed, "Ioh ioh ioh-h! Ye that wander to the south! Ye that fly to the north! Ye that struggle hither and yon, from the east to the west. Bear my curses to Annadoah. Tell her that the heart of Ootah is bitter.
And to the dead in the cold shuddering sea they told how Annadoah had played with the men, how she had betrayed them to the white traders, cajoling them to rob themselves of food, and how, because of her, famine now confronted the tribe; they told of the long devotion of Ootah, the desired of all the maidens, and how Annadoah had rejected him.
He fixed her lamps with oil, and arranged them solicitously in positions where they would give most heat. He placed supplies in the house, and buried the rest outside so that Annadoah might readily reach them. Meanwhile Annadoah sat alone in her tent, her sad face buried in her hands, "her shadow yearning toward the south."
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