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A faint "ho!" here indicated a desire for more. "Nazinred says he is sure his people will be glad to meet us. I am sure we shall be glad to meet his people. What will happen after that, I cannot tell." "Something will certainly happen," murmured Aglootook, as if holding converse with his own spirit, or with his familiar. "I know it; I am sure of it. I tell you all beforehand."
"I think not, for there is only one track." "But they may have walked in a row behind each other." "That is true. You notice well, Anteek. You will be a good hunter soon." He stooped as he spoke, to examine more carefully the track, which was indeed none other than that made by the snow-shoes of Nazinred on his weary and well-nigh hopeless journey over the frozen sea.
The light air that blew over the frozen plain was scarcely worth taking into account, nevertheless the Indian chose the lee side of the hummock and then began to try his "prentice hand" at the erection of a snow-hut. Nazinred had indeed some doubts as to the value of such a cold habitation without fire, but he knew that Eskimos sometimes used such, and what they could do he could dare.
"I will be thinkin'," said MacSweenie to Mowat, "that it will be safer for our two canoes to go first to the fort an' leave the Eskimos behind the point till we warn the Indians o' their arrival; for there iss no knowin' what these fiery savitches may do if their old enemies come on them all of a sudden. Tell Nazinred that."
Having finished what he had to say, Nazinred sat down, after expressing a desire to hear the opinions of his people on these matters. For some time nothing was said, and it seemed as if the Indians were not quite sure of their own minds, when Magadar arose suddenly. "Braves," he began, in his brusque manner, "I like fair-play.
Meanwhile, MacSweenie and his man were informing the Indians at the wharf that a band of their old foes, the eaters-of-raw-flesh, were at that moment lying on the other side of the point in their kayaks. The news was received with surprise, not unmingled with frowns. Every one looked at Nazinred inquiringly, but that astute Red man was engaged in profound contemplation of the clouds.
To a man of weak resolution this might have been overwhelming, but Nazinred was very much the reverse of weak, and his utter recklessness of life in his endeavour to recover his lost child would have rendered him a hero for the time being, even if he had not been one by nature.
North American Indians are noted for their power to conceal their feelings, and Nazinred was not an exception to the rule, for no sign did he betray of the longing desire for a pipe that consumed him. Only a tendency to silence, and a deeper solemnity than usual, seemed to indicate that all was not as he would wish. At last he lay down.
There was an expression of great perplexity on the Indian's face as he uttered the last sentence. "My son," replied Nazinred, who, although not much older than his companion, assumed the parental role in virtue of his chieftainship, "how do you know that you are alive?" This was such an unexpected answer that Mozwa gazed fixedly upwards for a few minutes without making any reply.
Every one else, including dogs and bairns, with the exception of Mrs Mangivik who, being as it were petrified with consternation, remained absolutely immovable fled for shelter behind the igloes, leaving Nazinred, Adolay, Cheenbuk and Anteek in possession of the field.
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