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Pulling his kayah high up the shore, he turned it over and let the water escape. There were two ugly gashes in the seal-skin bottom just as he expected. "Now where's that Billy?" asked Sammy at last. But mother's red boots had prudently withdrawn. "I will give it to him," said Sammy; "but I will mend this first." He took up his beloved kayah and walked to the little village. It was not very large.
That Billy Blubber cut some holes in my kayah." "Billy Blubber did?" "Yes," said Sammy, "and I would like to sew him up in a seal-skin and drop him from the top of an iceberg into the sea." "Tut, tut, Sammy. It's a boy's trick. Let it go." "There," thought Sammy, shouldering his kayah and moving off, "that is what mother always says when Billy harms me." "Where are you going, Sammy?"
"Off to mend my kayah, mother." "Nonsense! Only women can mend kayahs. I will fix it. You go off and take a walk, and then come to dinner. We are going to have a young seal." A seal! Wasn't that nice? Who wouldn't be a young Greenlander, own a kayah, and have seal for dinner? The prospect before Sammy made him feel better. The world, too, looked different.
One naturally would think his craft would be top-heavy and over he would go, as the kayah has no keel and carries no ballast, and if we should try a kayah, it would certainly be on land. But those Greenlanders learn to handle themselves so well that their kayahs will go dancing over the big billows and then fly through a ragged, dangerous surf.
"Billy, you will catch it!" "I should rather think you had caught it already. Did you bring any seal-fat, Sammy?" Sammy felt mad enough and hot enough to set the water to boiling between his kayah and the shore. "You had better run, Billy." "Plenty of time, Sammy." Sammy's kayah was now ashore. Sammy unlaced his jacket and let himself out of jail.
From their kayahs, too, they will fight the fierce white bear. Ah! Sammy, what is the matter? "Ugh-h-h-h!" Sammy gives a melancholy groan. He begins to suspect that his boat is leaking. Could any one have slit the seal-skin bottom? The kayah is really settling. Sammy feels troubled. "I must go home," he says.
I decided to go up the river as far as possible in the launch in hope of coming across some trace of the missing crew, although I was satisfied that they had been captured by the noted rebel chief, the Orang Kayah of Semantan, or by his more famous lieutenant, the crafty Panglima Muda of Jempol, and were being held for ransom.
"It makes me feel like a mad whale," said Sammy, "to be cheated out of my fishing. I wonder who cut my kayah!" Just then he looked off to the shore, and there stood Billy Blubber, an ancient enemy. "There's the fellow," said Sammy. "He slit my kayah, I know. If I had him, I'd eat him quicker than a tern's egg. Just see how he looks!" Billy did look exasperating.
"Down to my kayah, Tommy Fishscales." "Is there any fish to-day?" "A few, they say, but there is lots of seals plenty of 'em on the rocks in the bay." "All right; bring home something to your friend, Tommy." Sammy pushed off his kayah from shore. It was a funny sort of boat, according to our notions.
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