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And all Pymeut chuckled, delighted at their story-teller's wit. Suddenly Muckluck broke away from the group, and ran briskly down to the river trail. "I will pray for you hard." She caught hold of the Boy's hand, and shook it warmly. "Sister Winifred says the Good Father " "Fact is, Muckluck," answered the Boy, disengaging himself with embarrassment, "my pardner here can hold up that end.
This was what was going on by the Yukon, when King John, beside that other river, was yielding Magna Charta to the barons. While the Caesars were building Rome the Pymeut forefathers were building just such ighloos as this. While Pheidias wrought his marbles, the men up here carved walrus-ivory, and, in lieu of Homer, recited "The Crow's Last Flight" and "The Legend of the Northern Lights."
"You better be glad you've got a whole skin of your own and ain't smellin' brimstone," said the Colonel, pouring a little more whisky down the unthankful throat. "Pretty sort o' Klondyker you are go and get nearly drowned first day out!" Several Pymeut women came in presently and joined the men at the fire, chattering low and staring at the Colonel and the Boy.
"Why, I thought you natives could find your way day or night?" "Yes. Find way." "Then what's the matter?" "Pymeut no like dark;" and it was not until Mac put on his own snow-shoes and offered to go part of the way with him that Nicholas was at last induced to return home. The moment Kaviak was ascertained to be asleep, O'Flynn displayed the mucklucks. No mistake, they were dandies!
Much as we needed him here, Paul insisted on hurrying back to Pymeut" he interrupted himself as readily as he had interrupted the Boy "but ze Ol' Chief looks lively enough." "Yes; he a his spirits have been raised by a what you will think an unwarrantable and wicked means."
However, the agreeable necessity of going to Pymeut to invite Nicholas to the Blow-out was not forced upon the Boy.
That's no dog." "Yes, him dog; him my Chèe." "Making a human noise like that?" Nicholas nodded. The only sounds for some time were the doleful lamenting of the Mahlemeut without, and the ravings of the Pymeut Chief within. The Boy was conscious of a queer, dream-like feeling. All this had been going on up here for ages. It had been like this when Columbus came over the sea.
Nicholas and all the rest who shared the bench at night, and the fire in the morning, seemed desperately depressed and glum. A heavy cloud hung over Pymeut, for Pymeut was in disgrace. About sunset the women came in with the kantaks and the lard-cans. Yagorsha sat up and rubbed his eyes. He listened eagerly, while the others questioned the women. The old Chief wasn't dead at all.
You have to be reminded that you do not know his birthplace or his history. It was this same Brother Paul who, after breakfast and despite the Pymeut incident, offered to show the gold-seekers over the school. The big recitation-room was full of natives and decidedly stuffy. They did not stay long.
Nicholas whispered: "You come Pymeut?" "I should just pretty nearly think I would." "You dance heap good. Buttons no all done." He put four little ivory crows into the Boy's hands. They were rudely but cleverly carved, with eyes outlined in ink, and supplied under the breast with a neat inward-cut shank. "Mighty fine!" The Boy examined them by the strange glow that brightened in the sky.
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