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Updated: June 11, 2025
"I have seen these bergs breaking from the great land-ice since I was a little boy," said Angut, with earnest gravity, "and I have seen them float away and away till they vanished in the far-off. Can Ridroonee tell where they go to?" "Truly I can. They are carried by currents out into the great sea we call it the Atlantic, and there they melt and disappear."
Only this am I sure of that they are, they must be, the wonderful works of the Good Spirit." "But how do you know that?" asked Rooney. Angut looked at his questioner very earnestly for a few moments. "How does Ridroonee know that he is alive?" he asked abruptly. "Oh, as to that, you know, everything tells me that I am alive. I look around, and I see. I listen, and I hear.
Strong, almost, as a young Greenland fawn, and gifted, apparently, with some of that animal's power to find its way through the woods, she was not long of hitting the right direction, and gaining the coast, along which she ran at her utmost speed. On arriving breathless and thoroughly exhausted she found to her dismay that Angut, Simek, Rooney, and Okiok had left.
From this point Angut seemed to commune only with his own spirit, for he put no more questions. At the same time the opening up of the pack rendered the less philosophical among the Eskimos anxious to make some practical efforts for their deliverance.
"What!" exclaimed Angut, who had listened to the conversation with intense interest; "would it be good for you if I killed you?" "Of course it would, if God allowed it. Thousands of men and women in time past have chosen to be killed rather than offend God by sinning." "This is very strange teaching," said Angut, glancing at his friend Okiok. "It is the teaching of Jesus, the Son of God.
All they want is to prove that they are both very brave. Often, when one is slightly wounded no matter which they say they are satisfied." "With what are they satisfied?" "That's more than I can tell, Angut. But it is only a class of men called gentlemen who settle their quarrels thus. Common fellows like me are supposed to have no honour worth fighting about!"
"If the Great Spirit wills that our end should be now," said Angut, "is the Kablunet afraid to die?" The question puzzled Rooney not a little. "Well," he replied, "I can't say that I'm afraid, but but I don't exactly want to die just yet, you see.
"Tell me, Kablunet," he began; but Rooney interrupted him. "Don't call me Kablunet. Call me Red Rooney. It will be more friendly-like, and will remind me of my poor shipmates." "Then tell me, Ridroonee," said Angut, "is it true what I have heard, that your countrymen can make marks on flat white stuff, like the thin skin of the duck, which will tell men far away what they are thinking about?"
You cannot fail to know them from our own people, for they are all strangers. Let each one here creep into the meeting with a short spear, choose his man, sit down beside him, and be ready when the signal is given by Angut or me. But do not kill. You are young and strong. Throw each man on his back, but do not kill unless he seems likely to get the better of you.
I forgot that you are not used to such things, though you have knives stone ones, at least. This one, you see, is made of steel, or iron the stuff, you know, that the southern Eskimos bring sometimes to barter with you northern men for the horns of the narwhal an' other things." "Yes, I have seen iron, but never had any," said Angut, with a little sigh; "they bring very little of it here.
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