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With active spring Anteek went close in and delivered his thrust. The bear uttered a savage roar and at once turned on him. Just at the moment the boy's foot slipped and he fell close to the animal's feet. In the same instant the two men sprang forward. Cheenbuk's spear entered the bear's heart, and that of Gartok struck its breast. But the thrust of the latter was feeble.
"What is this?" asked Anteek of Nazinred one day, presenting a file which he had just picked up. "That is a thing," replied the Indian, who, being ignorant of the names of most tools, got over the difficulty by calling all objects "things" "that is a thing made for cutting iron with; rubbing it down and cutting it short. It cuts things that are too hard for a knife."
In a few moments more they were alongside, and the dog started up with a snarl as if to defend its master, who was lying motionless on the ice; but the snarl was feeble, and the poor beast was obviously in a state of exhaustion. "He is not dead," said Cheenbuk, putting his hand over the Indian's heart, while Anteek caught poor Attim by the nose and held him gently back.
"But tell me, before I speak more, is Rinka dead?" "No, she is getting well." "That is good," he continued, in a tone of satisfaction. "Old Uleeta, I doubt not, told you of the fight I had with the Fire-spouters?" "She did," cried Anteek, with delight, "and how you gave them sore hearts!" "H'm! they gave me a sore heart too; but I don't care now!
"What can it be?" murmured Cheenbuk. "The very biggest bear that ever was, come to frighten the wisest people that ever lived, out of their wits," suggested Anteek. The face of the elder Eskimo underwent a sudden change, and an intelligent expression flitted over it as he said "I know now I remember I guess. You have often heard me talk of the Fire-spouters, Anteek?
He had warned Anteek to say nothing about the finding of the Indian, and the boy had been faithful to his trust, so that the whole population was thrown into a state of wide-eyed amazement, not to mention excitement, when the tall form of the Fire-spouter was seen to rise from the sledge and turn his grave countenance upon them with the calm dignity characteristic of his race.
Suddenly Mangivik became rather excited. "Woman," he said earnestly to his wife, who stood beside him, "do you see who steers the kayak? Look, your eyes are better than mine." "No. I do not." "Look again!" cried Anteek, pushing forward at that moment. "He is not a Fire-spouter. He is one of us! But the one in front is a Fire-spouter woman. Look at the man! Don't you know him?"
Go to the Whale River if you will, but don't fight with any one that is my advice, and my hair is grey." "It is white, old man, if you only saw it," murmured Anteek, with native disrespect. He was too good-natured, however, to let his thoughts be heard. "Come, Oolalik," said Mangivik, "you are a stout and a wise young man, let us hear what you have got to say."
A tremendous hiss came forth as the snow was converted into steam, but there was no abatement in the roar of the devouring element as it licked up everything around it, making the iron bolts red, and, though not themselves combustible, assistants to combustion. "More snow, Anteek! more snow!" gasped Cheenbuk.
The usual quiet glance at Anteek had such an effect on that youth that he would have certainly exploded had he not been struck by an idea which displaced all tendency to laugh. "I know," he cried eagerly. "You're all wrong; it is a hat!" So saying, he seized the leg out of the magician's hand and thrust it on his head with the toe pointing upwards.
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