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Tad thought they would come up with the two strangers, but the guide shook his head. "Him go north. Anvik go northwest. No see." "We shall see by to-morrow. I have an idea that we are going to catch up with our friends before we get across the mountains," averred Tad confidently. "Lunch is ready," announced the Professor. "And speaking of food, I'm a little hungry myself," said Tad with a laugh.
"Him sit on fire. Innua him mad, by jink!" "Is Innua the scoundrel who has been throwing sections of mountains at us?" demanded Walter. "He means the mountain spirit," explained Tad. "Don't you recall that Anvik wouldn't start out with us the first day because he said the mountain spirit was in a blue funk, or something of the sort?" "Oh, yes."
Mebby Stacy Brown will eat um if there is any left when my hungry friends get through with it to-morrow," jeered the fat boy. "I'll have mine rare, if you please." "Huh!" grunted Anvik with the suspicion of a grin on his usually stolid countenance. One by one the travelers were hauling the ponies up a steep mountain, over which their course lay, four days after Tad had brought in the antelope.
There was an uproar of dogs, awakened by the destroying of their small igloo. The sledge fell. The family igloo seemed to shake throughout the entire circle of hard snow blocks. The dome-shaped hut quaked under the attack of some foe. "Father! Father, wake up!" screamed Anvik, springing to his feet. "The bear! The bear has come! Father! Tanana!"
"Be sure that you tie him so he doesn't kick our ponies, Anvik. We can't have anything of that sort. If he persists in kicking I'll see if I can't break him of it." "You horse shaman?" asked Anvik. "Yes, he's ashamed of his horse, that's it," chuckled Stacy. Tad's face wore a puzzled look, which a few seconds later gave place to a smile of understanding. "Oh! you mean, am I a horse doctor?
The Jesuits had told them of an inhabited cabin twenty-three miles up the river, and they tried to fix their minds on that. In a desultory way, when the wind allowed it, they spoke of Minóok, and of odds and ends they'd heard about the trail. They spoke of the Big Chimney Cabin, and of how at Anvik they would have their last shave. The one subject neither seemed anxious to mention was Holy Cross.
His own old 44 Marlin was lying far down the river under eight-and-fifty hours of snow. It angered him newly and more than ever to remember that if he had a shot at anything now it must needs be by favour of the Colonel. They listened for that sound again, the first since leaving Anvik not made by themselves. "Seems a lot quieter than it did," observed the Colonel by-and-bye. The Boy nodded.
"You are a dog of the teacher's team, Anvik! He can drive you." Anvik's black eyes snapped. "He does not drive me!" cried the boy. "He teaches me to want to learn! I have gone to school many days. I want to learn, to learn! I can make A and B. See!" He pushed his paper with its awkwardly formed letters farther into the lamp's light.
"Well, it wasn't me that went loadin' up at Anvik with fool thermometers and things." "Thermometer! Why, it doesn't weigh " "Weighs something, and it's something to pack; frozen half the time, too. And when it isn't, what's the good of havin' it hammered into us how near we are to freezin' to death." But it annoyed him to think how very little in argument a thermometer weighed against a rifle.
And Tanana promised the same. The bottle had been broken in the scuffle, but Tanana knew his father's and his own promise included any other bottle of liquor. "You shall go to the teacher's school with Anvik," decided the father. "The teacher speaks well when he tells the boys that the hot water will steal their souls. If Anvik had drank it, we should all have been killed."
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