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Updated: June 16, 2025
Still all was silent on board of the ship, and at last, coming to the conclusion that there was no living soul there at all, the Indian, having reloaded his gun, began to ascend the staircase, closely followed by Cheenbuk, Oolalik, Anteek, and Aglootook which last, being a cautious man, was careful to bring up the rear.
Cheenbuk looked suddenly in the face of his sententious companion with earnest surprise in every feature, for the sentiments which had just been expressed were in exact accordance with his own. Moreover, they were not what he expected to hear from the lips of a Dogrib. "I never liked fighting," he said in a low voice, "though I have always been able to fight.
A face does not change its shape because it is dirtied with oil and black. Men draw hoods over their faces when going out of a lodge, not when coming in. When smoking tobacco is seen for the first time, surprise is always created. Waugh!" "What you say is true, man-of-the-woods," returned Cheenbuk, smiling. "I am not equal to you at deceiving."
"I do not know," repeated Gartok, "but I do know that if the Maker of all is good, as I have heard say, then I have not done His work here for you know, everybody knows, I have been bad!" Cheenbuk was much perplexed, for he knew not "how to minister to a mind diseased." "I have often wondered," he said at last, "why it is that some things are wrong and some right.
If I had been really hunting, then indeed," he added, with solemn emphasis, "you would have seen something to astonish you." "I have no doubt of that!" remarked Cheenbuk.
The party had travelled about four miles up the valley, and reached a steep part, which was trying to the mettle of the dogs, when a track was observed a short distance to their right. "Bear," said Gartok in a low voice, pointing towards it. Cheenbuk made no reply, but at once ran the team under the shelter of a neighbouring cliff and pulled up.
"Now," returned the girl, with a blink of her lustrous eyes, and a yawn of her pretty mouth, which Nature had not yet taught her to conceal with her little hand, "now, I am sleepy. I will lie down." Cheenbuk replied with a smile, and pointed to the canoe with his nose.
Keep up heart, Adolay!" he added, turning to the weeping girl; "no evil can have come to our people, for they have left of their own will for a new camp; but I am perplexed, for this is the best place in all the Dogrib lands for a village, and we had lived long here in contentment." "But if that be so, there must be good reason for their having left," suggested Cheenbuk.
Cheenbuk felt this the moment they joined issue, and on the instant an irresistible sensation of mercy overwhelmed him. Holding the gun with his right hand, and keeping its muzzle well to one side, for he did not feel quite certain as to its spouting capacities, he grasped the Indian's throat with his left.
From this point Cheenbuk related the rest of his interview with the Indian, and was particularly graphic in his description of the pipe, which he exhibited to them, though he refrained from any reference to its effect upon himself. Then he discoursed of his subsequent exploration of the mainland, and finally came to the point where he met and rescued Rinka.
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