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Updated: May 17, 2025
Always, on clear, cold nights, could be seen the flashing of the moonbeams from their gleaming hungry sides, and although many hunters had crossed the passes in other years, they never returned, for the pack slew them. "Nothing could deter Itika, however, so he threaded his way up through the range and, night coming, burrowed into a drift to sleep in his caribou-skin.
The dogs grew gaunt and howled all night, the babies cried, the women became hollow-eyed and peevish. "Then it was that Itika decided to go hunting over the saw-tooth range which formed the edge of the world.
It was a frightful din, as though a thousand wolves were howling with the madness of the kill. Cautiously creeping nearer, he found a monstrous white animal struggling beneath a spruce which had fallen upon it in such fashion as to pinion it securely. "All brave men are tender-hearted, so Itika set to work with his axe and cleared away the burden, regardless of the peril to himself.
"Always thereafter when Itika came to the valley of the Yukon the giant drove hunted with him. To this day they run through the mountains on cold, clear nights, in a multitude, while the light of the moon flickers from their white sides, flashing up into the sky in weird, fantastic figures.
He told it to me when I was sick, once, in his cabin, and inasmuch as he is a wise Indian and has a reputation for truth, I have no doubt that it is scrupulously correct. "In the very old days, before the white man or corned beef had invaded this land, the greatest tribe in all the North was the Tananas. The bravest hunter of these was Itika, the second chief.
When he had released it, the beast arose and instead of running away addressed him in the most polite and polished Indian, without a trace of accent. "'You have saved my life. Now, what can I do for you? "'I want to hunt in this valley. My people are starving, said Itika, at which the wolf was greatly pleased and rounded up the rest of the pack to help in the kill.
Some people call it Northern Lights, but old Isaac assured me earnestly, toothlessly, and with the light of ancient truth, as I lay snow-blind in his lodge, that it is nothing more remarkable than the spirit of Itika and the great white wolves." "What a queer legend!" she said. "There must be many of them in this country. I feel that I am going to like the North."
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