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Updated: June 4, 2025
"It was good you get to Holy Cross before the big storm," he said, with a faint smile of tolerance for the white man's tall story. But Peetka laughed aloud. "What good English you speak!" said the Boy, determined to make friends with the most intelligent-appearing native he had seen. "Me; I am Kurilla!" said Unookuk, with a quiet magnificence.
He held up as many fingers. "We got two see? must have one more." A lad of about thirteen turned and began pointing with animation towards a slowly approaching figure. "Peetka him got." The old man began to chatter angrily, and abuse the lad for introducing a rival on the scene. The strangers hailed the new-comer. "How much is your dog?"
As the stranger went on describing their experiences the whole room listened with an attentiveness that would have been flattering had it been less strongly dashed with unbelief. From beyond Anvik they had come? Like that with no dogs? What! From below Koserefsky? Not really? Peetka grunted and shook his head. Did they think the Ingaliks were children? Without dogs that journey was impossible.
"Shake!" says he. Then, as though fascinated by the silver picture, he dropped down by the Boy, staring absently at the Great Katharine's effigy. The general murmur was arrested by a movement from Peetka he took his pipe out of his mouth and says he, handsomely: "No liars. Sell dog," adding, with regretful eye on the apostate Leader, "Him bully dog!"
The Boy felt that they were just coming to an understanding, when up hurries Peetka, suspicious and out of sorts. "My dog!" he shouted. "No sell white man my dog. Huh! ho oh no!" He kicked the Leader viciously, and drove him home, abusing him all the way. The wonder was that the wolfish creature didn't fly at his master's throat and finish him.
The Colonel set forth the magnificent generosity of which he would be capable, could he secure a good Leader. But Peetka, although he looked at his empty pipe with bitterness, shook his head. Everybody in the village would profit, the Colonel went on; everybody should have a present if Peetka interrupted with a snarl, and flung out low words of contemptuous refusal.
The Boy held out his hand. "How do you do?" "How do you do?" echoed the new-comer, and he also shook hands with the Colonel before he sat down. "Are you Unookuk?" "Yes. How far you come?" Peetka said something rude, before the strangers had time to answer, and all the room went into titters. But Unookuk listened with dignity while the Colonel repeated briefly the story already told.
In moments of passion, the first few days after their acquisition, the Colonel and the Boy wondered why they had complicated a sufficiently difficult journey by adding to other cares a load of fish and three fiends. "Think how well they went for Peetka." "Oh yes; part o' their cussedness. They know we're green hands, and they mean to make it lively." Well, they did.
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