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Updated: June 16, 2025
Squat-nose ventured to hope. "Plenty of time," returned Aglootook, with a patronising smile. "In fact I advised Cheenbuk to start away back as fast as possible with many sledges, so that my woman will see it with her own eyes." "And me too?" exclaimed the sister, bringing her palms together with a smack. "And you too.
"Look here, Cheenbuk," cried the boy, whose excitement was increasing. "Is there not here also the track of a dog, with a strange mark on each side of it, as if it were drawing two lines as it went along?" "You are right again, boy. There is here the track of a dog, but there is only one man. Come, we will follow it up."
The girl returned the look, but did not smile. She did not speak, but waited for more. "The man who showed me these things was a good man," continued Cheenbuk. "I do not know his name, but I liked him much. Yet I think he was not wise to fill his mouth with smoke and his inside with sickness." "Was he sick?" asked Adolay. "No he was not, but I was."
"People have often called me mad," responded Cheenbuk, "so if they were right I am well fitted to do it." It was an exceedingly difficult crossing.
The kayak of Cheenbuk was about half a length behind the canoe, else the Eskimo would have seen that though the Indian's voice was low and calm, his black eyes glittered with excitement. "It is not like the gun of the Dogribs," remarked Adolay, glancing back at her father. "Why does Adolay think so?" "Because there is too much noise.
Quick as lightning Alizay, with his free hand, drew his scalping-knife and struck at the Eskimo's shoulder, but not less quick was Cheenbuk in releasing the throat and catching the Indian's wrist with a grip that rendered it powerless. For a minute the Eskimo remained motionless, considering how best to render his adversary insensible without killing him. That minute cost him dear.
It contained the pipe, tinder-box, flint, steel, and tobacco which are usually supplied by the fur-traders to the Red men. Cheenbuk was so interested in the proceedings of his companion that he ceased to carry on his own work, thereby allowing the sticks to cool and losing his labour.
It was good-feeling in my child that led her to save the life of Cheenbuk. It was good-feeling in Cheenbuk that made him care for my child, and treat her well, and bring her back here to her mother and her tribe. It was good-feeling in the Eskimos that made them kind to the Indian chief, and receive him hospitably, when they might have taken his scalp and kept his daughter.
Cheenbuk was silent for some time, as well he might be, for the sudden revelation that the Indian who had once been his antagonist, and for whom he had taken such a liking, was the father of the very girl who had run away with him against her inclination, quite took his breath away.
But every spring they came back to barter for more of it, as well as for the purpose of seeing the friends whom they had left behind them. For Cheenbuk, being unable to tear himself away from Nazinred, took up his permanent abode at the fort as one of the hunters to the establishment.
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