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Updated: June 5, 2025
You say there is no chance of Grabantak being able to take the reins of government again for a long time?" "None. He has got a shake that will keep him helpless for some time to come. And this is well, for Teyma will be ready to favour any project that tends towards peace or prosperity." Now, while preparations for the northern expedition were being made, our friend Oolichuk went a-wooing.
Perhaps we may even condescend to ask them to become our friends. What an honour that would be to them, and, doubtless, what a joy!" "Grabantak," said Teyma with a look and tone of solemnity which invariably overawed his chief, and made him uncomfortable, "you have lived a good many years now. Did you ever make a friend of an enemy by beating him?"
"You must not be afraid of it; it cannot work properly if you are afraid. See, look there," he added, pointing to the conical rock on which another infatuated gull had perched himself. Grabantak looked earnestly. His timid braves began to creep out of their holes, and directed their eyes to the same spot.
In accordance with their chief's resolve, the Grabantak band embarked in their kayaks next morning, the gale having moderated, and with the intention of obtaining reinforcements, paddled back to Flatland, which they reached in a couple of days.
"I'm going to steer for the starboard side of Poloeland," he said, "pay a short visit to Grabantak and Amalatok in passing, and then carry on south to the open water." "It'll be a longish trip, father." "Not so long as you expect, my boy, for I mean to go by express."
Of course Alf, and Benjy, and the Captain, and Butterface, as well as Grabantak, Makitok, and Amalatok, with others of the Eskimos, were frequently by his side, but the giant never left him for more than a brief period, night or day. "Ah! I shall be sorry to leave you, Chingatok very sorry." "The young Kablunet is not yet going to die," said the giant in a soft voice.
"Huk!" replied the warriors, with eager looks. Leo thought of correcting his manner of taking aim, but, reflecting that the result would be a miss in any case, he refrained. Grabantak raised the rifle slowly, as its owner had done, and frowned along the barrel. In doing so, he drew it back until the butt almost touched his face. Then he fired.
It was not long before the sea that separated Poloe Island from Flatland was crossed. Towards sunset of a calm and beautiful day they sighted land. Gently, with noiseless dip of paddle, they glided onward like a phantom fleet. That same evening Leo and Oblooria sat by the couch of Grabantak, nursing him. The injury received by the chief from the whale had thrown him into a high fever.
He moved not, spoke not, looked at no one, but stood up, bent a little forward, with a stern frown on his brow, his lips compressed, and the long lance held level in both hands as if in the act of charging. "Catch hold of him!" yelled Grabantak as they flew past. As well might they have tried to catch a comet! "Steer a little to the left," said Leo in a low tone.
His thoughts had been already turned to an eminently practical subject. "I'm tole," said he, seating himself beside our hero, "dat Grabantak holds a talk 'bout fighting." "And a council of war," said Leo. "I know what the result of that will be. When leaders like Grabantak and Amalatok decide for war, most of the people follow them like a flock of sheep.
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