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Updated: May 31, 2025
Most of those poor women had sons or man-relations to care for them, but there was one who had no relation to hunt for her after her husband was killed only a little daughter to take care of her. I speak of old Uleeta, who is " "That is a lie!" cried Gartok, springing up and looking fierce. "Old Uleeta is, as you all know, my mother.
"It is useless. I am dying," gasped the girl, drawing her bloody hand across her forehead. "But don't leave me to fall into the hands of these men. Take me home and let me die beside my mother." She was yet speaking when old Uleeta and her companions came forward.
Her name was Cowlik. "There is no reason why we should continue to roast our seal-meat over a lamp now," observed old Uleeta. "There is plenty of wood here. Come, we will gather sticks and make a fire." The others agreeing to this, three of them rose and went into the bush, leaving Cowlik to watch the steaks.
"Yes, Gartok will get himself killed at last," said old Uleeta, drawing her finger across the frizzling steak and licking it, for her appetite was sharp-set and she was impatient, "He was always a stubborn boy." "But he is strong, and a good fighter," remarked Rinka, as she spread a seal-skin boot over her knee with the intention of patching it.
But they did succeed in filling most of their hearts with an unconquerable desire to go and see for themselves, so that no difficulty was experienced in persuading the whole tribe men, women, children, and dogs to consent to a general migration. Even Anteek held his court that night in the tent of old Uleeta. Since the death of Gartok Anteek had shown much sympathy with that poor old woman.
"We shall not be long of coming back," said Gartok as he was about to leave his mother, old Uleeta, who was in the crew of one of the oomiaks. "I wish I saw you safe back, my son," returned the woman, with a shake of her head, "but I fear the Fire-spouters." "I don't fear them," returned the young man boastfully, "and it does not matter much what you fear."
"You were always a thankless boy ever since you could speak," replied the dame, reproachfully. "Did you ever hear of any one being thankless before he could speak? hoi! mother, you've tied it too tight. Slack it a little." After complying with her son's request, old Uleeta went to Ondikik, to whom, however, she could render but little service, owing to the nature of his wound.
It is scarcely credible what an amount of hitherto latent vanity was evoked by that mirror in the cabin, and that too in the most unlikely characters. Mangivik, for instance, spent much of his time the first few days in admiring his grey locks in the glass. And old Uleeta, although one of the plainest of the tribe, seemed never to tire of looking at herself.
He did not however forsake his people, but frequently visited old Mangivik and his mother at Waruskeek, and the old folk sometimes returned the visit by spending a few months on the banks of the Ukon River. Anteek also elected to stay with the men-of-the-woods, being unable to forsake Cheenbuk, and of course young Uleeta remained with him.
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