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Updated: June 19, 2025
"I never saw ears like yours on a Wolf, Newcomer," said one of the youngsters; "they are short and round like those of the Huskie Dog we ate. Is not that so?" he asked, turning to the Leader. "Yes, indeed; we ate him, I'm ashamed to say for Dog meat is horrible but what is one to do when there's naught else in the Boundaries?"
They had learned, with all of the others in the Kennel, to treat with a studied politeness even deference the wonderful old Huskie whose supremacy as a leader had become a Tradition of the North; and who was still in fighting trim should cause for trouble arise.
He had always hated Eskimo dogs; choosing either to ignore his own huskie blood, or feeling that it was superior to the native strain in the malamutes of the coast just as some people boast of being descended from Pocahontas, but would shudder at the mere idea of a Siwash Squaw ancestress.
Breed had spoken truthfully when he said that his dogs were scrubs. There were four of them, two mongrels, one blind huskie, and a mamelute that ran lame. And besides this handicap, Philip found that his own endurance was fast reaching the ebbing point. He had traveled sixty miles in a day and a half, and his legs and back began to show signs of the strain.
In another instant, before he could dodge, Big White Bear had grabbed him and hugged him tight. Huskie could not call out at all. His voice became the tiniest little squeak. "Let me go! Let me go!" he squeaked. "I won't tell! I won't tell! Oh! Oh! Please, Mr. Bear, let me go!" But Big White Bear only grinned, and said "Huh?" "Oh, I'll not kill you," said Big White Bear finally.
"Who did I kill?" said Big White Bear, opening his eyes very wide. "Yes, was it a very bad fight?" "A bad fight?" "Yes, you don't seem much scratched up for a great fighter. Look at me; one leg bent, nose split, and scarred up all over," said Huskie proudly. "Do you think I'm a great fighter?" "Of course you are. Omnok says " Huskie caught himself just in time.
If Big White Bear knew all about Omnok, he'd run away. "Why, I never fight anybody," said Big White Bear gravely. "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Huskie. "That's a good story. You never fight any one. What a fib!" "It's the truth." "The truth? Ha! Ha! Of course that's not true. You're a bear. All bears are fighters, and great big bullies, besides! Why! I bet you've got claws three inches long."
Then we heard no more of her, until, by and by, the skipper of the Huskie Dog, bound north, left news that she was still at large to the south, and sang us a rousing song, which, he said, had been made by young Dannie Crew of Ragged Harbour, and was then vastly popular with the folk of the places below. "Oh, have you seed the skipper o' the schooner Sink or Swim?
"Now, I'll tell you," Omnok said to Huskie, "Big White Bear is a great big bully. He likes to fight all the little folks of the tundra and sea because he is so big. It would be a good thing if we could show him that he isn't so awfully big, after all. Wouldn't it?" "Ki, yi, yiyi," said Huskie, which meant he thought it would. "Well, then, this is what you must do.
And, my! What a monster he was! Huskie had to look away off at Cape Prince of Wales Mountain and look again at Big White Bear before he could tell which was the larger, bear or mountain. He wanted to run away. But Big White Bear was so very near he didn't dare to, so he just said "Hello!" But to himself he said, "Big White Bear is a big, big bully, just as Omnok said.
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