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Tad's face flushed a vivid red, and he uttered a sharp exclamation. "What is it?" demanded Stacy. "Nothing much. Maybe I've made a discovery. Don't let's idle here. Let's go on and see if we can't get our bear. This seems to be our lucky day," said the boy, pocketing the stone and once more shouldering his rifle. "Come, mush, as Anvik would say."
He was at Holy Cross some years, when business called him to Anvik, where he turned Episcopalian. At Eagle City, I believe, he is regarded as a pattern Presbyterian. There are those that say, since he has been a pilot, Nicholas makes six changes a trip in his religious convictions." Father Wills saw that the Colonel, to whom he most frequently addressed himself, took his pleasantry gravely.
The idea, so potent at Anvik, of having a tea-kettle in reserve well, the notion lost weight, and the kettle seemed to gain. Two pairs of boots and some flannels marked the next stopping-place.
"The teacher is wrong. He makes that loud sound when school begins. The wise man says the teacher must not make that sound any more, for it will prevent our people from catching foxes and seals." "It is the school-bell," answered Anvik, knowing that the Eskimo sorcerer had gone to the teacher but a few days previous, to prophesy evil concerning the ringing of the bell.
Tad pointed to a heap of ashes, the remains of a campfire. "Huh!" grunted the Indian. "Someone has been here before us," nodded Tad. "And not so very long ago, I should say. What do you make of it, Anvik?" "You see um?" Butler nodded. "What you see?" "A dead campfire." "Huh. Heap much. What else you see?" "I see a few things, Anvik.
Below Anvik to the river's mouth the natives are divided between the Roman and the Greek Churches, and they are outside the scope of this book. On the tributaries of the Yukon the only native schools are conducted by the missions of the Episcopal Church, on the Koyukuk and Tanana Rivers, and have no connection with the government.
"I should say there were several of 'him," laughed Tad Butler. "They seemed to be stirred up about something. Are they timber wolves, Anvik?" The guide nodded and grunted. "Are you afraid of wolves?" demanded Rector. "No 'fraid wolves. Mebby 'fraid Ingalik." Tad drew from this that the Indian had something in mind that he had not spoken to them about.
The edge of the precious paper took fire, and with a cry of alarm, Anvik smothered his paper in the snow. His brother laughed again. "To-morrow will be another day," he said. "Why should anybody learn for to-morrow?" But the mother of the two lads stretched out her hand, and took the paper, and looked at the straggling marks.
"That's what the doctor said about a pain I had once," interjected Stacy. "But it hurt just the same." "Anvik, we would like to start this afternoon, if you are ready," announced the Professor. The Indian shook his head. "No mush to-day. Mush to-mollel." "Why not to-day?" "Innua him angry to-day." "Who is Innua?" demanded the Professor, bristling. "We do not care who is angry.
"Now what can it mean?" "It means trouble for us," spoke up Stacy. "I can feel it in my bones." "Who would desire to make trouble for us here?" demanded the Professor. "I don't know," replied Tad. "I don't believe that smoke has anything to do with us. It must be an Indian signal." "No Indian," grunted Anvik. "Him white man smoke." "How do you know?" questioned the Professor sharply. "Me know."
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