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Updated: May 14, 2025
Anvik's eyes closed at last, even while he was determined to keep awake. His mother, tired with scraping and pounding skins, nestled her chubby baby in her neck, and dropped asleep; too, after long watching. The igloo was quiet, except for the heavy breathing. A terrible noise arose outdoors. Anvik started into consciousness.
The goats, in leaping from place to place, leave tufts of wool clinging to rocks and bushes, and this the lazy Indians gather for their blankets, rather than take the trouble to hunt the goats." "Squaw him get wool," spoke up Anvik. "Worse yet," laughed Butler. "You are the laziest folks on earth." "Squaw work, him no talk lies. Him mouth keep shut."
Tad did not show himself to them at once. There was no real reason for his caution, save that he was a woodsman and therefore always cautious as to the moves he made. Anvik caught sight of him instantly, and Tad beckoned.
He examined her and found that the bullet had entered just behind the left shoulder. "I couldn't have done any better than that at fifty yards," chuckled the boy. "The next question is, how am I going to get her to camp? I reckon I shall have to tote her." "White boy him make shoot," grunted Anvik. "He has shot?" questioned Ned. "Ugh." "How do you know?" "Hear um."
The shrieks, the growls ceased, and the dead bear lay among the ruins of the igloo. The next day Anvik stayed away from school to help build a new igloo. His father and Tanana did not talk much, from the time when they laid the blocks of extremely hard snow in a circle till the time when the inwardly-slanting snow walls had risen to the topmost horizontal block that joined the walls.
Is that it?" "Uh." "That's what he is. Anvik has got you properly located this time. Ha, ha!" laughed Chunky. "Come, boys, unpack. We must give our guide his first lesson. You sit down and watch us, Anvik, while we make camp." The guide did so, grunting with approval or disapproval from time to time as the work pleased or displeased him.
As the stranger went on describing their experiences the whole room listened with an attentiveness that would have been flattering had it been less strongly dashed with unbelief. From beyond Anvik they had come? Like that with no dogs? What! From below Koserefsky? Not really? Peetka grunted and shook his head. Did they think the Ingaliks were children? Without dogs that journey was impossible.
Gentlemen, the fame of it has gone up the river and down the river. Father Orloff is coming to see it next week, and so are the white traders from Anvik and Andreiefsky, for they've heard there's nothing like it in the Yukon. Of course, I know that you gentlemen have not come to settle permanently.
Anvik shook his head. "Too much big hurry. No prospect. Mebby go get claim. Mebby see um again." "I hope we do. It would be pleasant to have some company in this wild place. They went in that direction when they broke camp. Is that the way we go?" asked Tad. "We follow um trail." "Then let's go back and get ready to move."
"He's cheap at the price, anyway." "When you mush?" demanded Anvik. "We don't have mush. We have bacon and beans, and tin biscuit and coffee, and plenty of other things, but no mush," answered the Professor. The store-keeper laughed heartily. "He doesn't mean something to eat. Mush means march or move, a corruption of the French-Canadian 'marché. He means when are you going to set out."
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