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Updated: May 3, 2025
In the silence that followed, the dreary northland scene faded before him, and he saw once more his native land, and France, and, once, as he glanced at the wolf-toothed girl, he remembered another girl, a singer and a dancer, whom he had known when first as a youth he came to Paris. "What do you want with the girl?" Makamuk asked. "To go down the river with me."
He pointed to the girl, an unwholesome creature, with a cast in one eye and a bristling wolf-tooth. Makamuk was angry, but the Pole remained imperturbable, rolling and lighting another cigarette. "Make haste," he threatened. "If you are not quick, I shall demand yet more."
When this had been carried out, Subienkow lay down in the snow, resting his head on the log like a tired child about to sleep. He had lived so many dreary years that he was indeed tired. "I laugh at you and your strength, O Makamuk," he said. "Strike, and strike hard." He lifted his hand. Makamuk swung the axe, a broadaxe for the squaring of logs.
Here are the hunters who shall see you do not escape. Go into the forest and gather your medicine." Makamuk had been convinced of the worth of the medicine by the Pole's rapacity. Surely nothing less than the greatest of medicines could enable a man in the shadow of death to stand up and drive an old-woman's bargain.
The chief's voice, abruptly breaking the silence, startled him "It shall be done," said Makamuk. "The girl shall go down the river with you. But be it understood that I myself strike the three blows with the axe on your neck." "But each time I shall put on the medicine," Subienkow answered, with a show of ill-concealed anxiety. "You shall put the medicine on between each blow.
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