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Updated: May 23, 2025
Above and below they were enveloped in a silver mist. Only the reflected glitter of the moonlight on jutting icicles on the opposite indicated the depths so perilously near. Through the mist Koolotah saw the green and crimson eyes of baleful creatures that might, at any moment, spring upon him. When they reached the inland valley they were both spent in strength.
In the moonlight Ootah saw that the lad's face was as white as the face of the dead, and that in his eyes was a wild fear. From the mountain ridges, which loomed beyond, came an ominous noise resembling a low wind. Ootah bent his head and listened to the sobbing monotone, then whispered: "The breathing of the spirits of the hills who sleep." "Perchance we waken them," Koolotah ventured.
Her inexplicable moods, her brief moments of tenderness, her riotous griefs, and other prefigurements of maternity these made her dearer to Ootah. So he vigorously cracked his whip and urged the dogs. The chasms twisted with lifelike motion all around him. Behind, as in a dream, Ootah heard the whip of Koolotah, and the barking of Koolotah's dogs.
At the time he had reached a hollow in the perilous slope. The dogs ahead, with quick instinct, retreated and crouched at his feet in the sheltering cradle. Ootah saw Koolotah turn and look inquiringly upward. The next moment, driven downward by the wind, a mass of clouds, glittering with bleached moonfire, rolled over the slopes and hid Koolotah. Ootah only heard his voice.
"Have we disturbed the spirits of the hills?" asked Koolotah, in a whisper. "No, no," answered Ootah, anxiously. "Huk! Huk!" He snapped his whip and urged the dogs. They had not gone twenty paces when from the interior heights of Greenland came a series of muffled explosions. Undoubtedly the hill spirits had wakened, and, angry, were hurling their terrible weapons.
The glacial side of the mountain trembled, and as the moon reappeared, on the icy slopes Ootah saw narrow black cracks zigzagging in various directions. A cataclysmic rumbling sounded deep in the earth. When the echoes died away he turned to Koolotah. "Be brave of heart. Let us go there is no time to lose." "Huk! Huk! Huk!" They urged the dogs gently.
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