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"Ugh!" shuddered the white youth. "Let's talk of something more cheerful. What a glorious fire that poplar makes!" "Mak' light more as twent' t'ous'nd candles!" agreed Mukoki. "Heem bright!" "Once upon a time, many ages ago, there was a great chief in this country," began Wabigoon, "and he had seven beautiful daughters.
"In twent' t'ous'nd moon mak' heem how much?" he questioned. In all his life Wabigoon had never heard Mukoki joke before, and with a wild whoop of joy he rolled the stoical old pathfinder off the rock on which he was sitting, and Rod joined heartily in Wabi's merriment. And Mukoki's question proved not to be so much of a joke after all, as the boys were soon to learn.
"That cabin more'n' twent' t'ous'nd year old!" There was an awesome ring in his voice. Rod understood, and clutched Wabi's arm. In an instant he thought of the other old cabin, in which they had found the skeletons. They had repaired that cabin and had passed the winter in it, and they knew that it had been built half a century or more before. But this cabin was beyond repair.
"Is it possible " He paused doubtfully. "What?" questioned Rod. "That it's swans!" he completed. "Swans!" cried the young hunter. "Great Scott, do you mean to say there could be enough swans " "They sometimes cover the lake in thousands," said Wabi. "I have seen them whitening the water as far as one could see." "More swan as you count in twent' t'ous'nd year!" affirmed Mukoki.
"Melisse, I say you shall be no papoose!" he cried, running to the table. "You ees ceevilize! You shall be no papoose not if twen' t'ous'nd devil come tak Jan Thoreau!" And he snatched her from her prison, flung Maballa's handiwork out into the snow, and waited impatiently for the return of John Cummins.
River run lak twent' t'ous'nd cari-boo!" "I'll bet the Ombabika is a raging torrent," said Rod. "And we've got forty miles of it, all upstream," replied Wabi. "Then we come to the Height of Land. After that the streams run northward, to Hudson Bay, and when we reach them we'll hold our breath and pray instead of paddling. Oh, it will be exciting fun rushing down-stream on the floods!"
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