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The shape of the smaller mounds naturally led them to infer that they were the graves of white men who had died there, but the large mound was inexplicable until Nazinred recollected having seen a flag hoisted on a pole at the fort on Great Bear Lake.
When he turned round again his face was a little flushed. Nazinred was right. There was not only a lake at the place which he pointed out, but a chain of small lakes, over which the dogs scampered as well as if they had been on the open sea.
Of course Nazinred would not condescend to conduct so undignified, but in his way he expressed great satisfaction at the happy meeting. Then all the paddles were dipped again with vigour and the whole party made for the fort the two canoes leading.
Nazinred was an amiable man. He at once consented, and went back to the hut for his gun, which, remembering the tendency of the boys to meddle, he had kept close beside him all night. Loading it inside, he re-appeared with it ready. Taking up a lump of ice about the size of one's hand, he set it up on a hummock, and retired to a distance of about thirty yards.
Nazinred puffed a voluminous cloud from his lips and two streaming cloudlets from his nose ere he replied. "When my son," he said, "was on the banks of the Greygoose River his voice was not so deep!" Cheenbuk burst into a laugh and threw back his hood. "You know me, then, you man-of-the-woods," said he, holding out his hand in the white trader fashion which the other had taught him.
Then Mozwa rose and delivered himself of an oration full of wise remarks and poetical allusions, in which he backed his friend Nazinred.
It is good-feeling, very strong good-feeling, that makes the young Eskimo wish to make Adolay his squaw, and it is the same good-feeling that now makes Nazinred willing that he should have her."
Then Nazinred saw, to his horror, that an ice-pinnacle as big as a church steeple was bowing forward, like some mighty giant, to its fall. To escape he saw was impossible. It was too near and too directly above his head for that. His only hope lay in crushing close to the side of the berg.
"Don't cry, Isquay; Nazinred will come back, you may be sure of that," said the guide, in a confident tone, "and he will bring your little girl along with him, for when a man is good and brave he never fails!"
It was when this condition of things had arrived that the heart-crushed Nazinred proceeded to carry out a plan over which he had been brooding ever since his return from Great Bear Lake.
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