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It was an utterly new sensation. What could it be? They had heard of something strange in the musical way from Nazinred and Mozwa, but with the carelessness of youth they had scarce listened to the comments of these men. Now it burst upon their awakened sense like sounds from some other planet.
After him came Cheenbuk, who said that he was much gratified by the speeches of Mozwa and Nazinred; that from the latter he had learned his first lesson of good-feeling towards the men-of-the-woods, on the day when he strove with him on the banks of the Greygoose River; that his second lesson was taught him by Adolay a lesson that he would never forget and could never repay, for she had not only saved his life but made him happy.
Nazinred knew that the luck referred to was the fact that before the accident occurred they had surmounted all the difficulties of the rapid, and that the place on which they stood was convenient for camping on, as well as for opening out and drying the furs on the following day. And Mozwa knew that Nazinred knew all that.
"The geese and the ducks are in plenty just now," continued Nazinred; "I hope that he and Magadar will be more taken up with filling their mouths than fighting till I return and then I can hinder them." "H'm!" responded Mozwa. He might have said more, but was busy lighting his pipe at the moment.
Mozwa, having left a squaw, two little daughters, and a very small son, had still greater difficulties to contend with. But they both faced them like men. "Pasgissegan," said both men, at length, simultaneously. "I thought so," observed the trader, with a smile, as he selected two trade-guns the fire-spouters of the Eskimo and handed them across the counter.
Let us humbug each other. I will rob you if I can, and you will rob me if you can, and we'll mutually agree to throw dust in each other's eyes and call it `play'! Nothing, surely, could be fairer than that!" Of course poor Mozwa did not reason thus. He was not cultured enough for that.
But Mozwa, although uncouth, was by no means ungenial. On the contrary, he was a hearty good-natured fellow, who always tried to make the best of things, and never gave way to despondency, however gloomy or desperate might be the nature of his circumstances.
We were therefore prepared to lend effective aid to any whom we thought it right to succour. Scarcely had our arrangements been made when the lithe agile form of Mozwa glided into the camp and stood before Lumley.
Waboose, to whom this promise had been made, was a favourite niece of Big Otter, and had been named Waboose, or "rabbit," because she was pretty innocent, soft, and tender. "My father," said Mozwa, rather solemnly, "Big Otter has not broken his word, for all the berries are not yet ripe." He plucked a berry which chanced to be growing near his hand, as he spoke, and held it up to view.
Indeed, it is not unlikely that his subsequent remark to one of his comrades, "we told Mozwa it was very good of him to come to meet us, an' the place would do well enough," was more like the sentence to which he had reduced it. But whatever he said Mozwa seemed to be quite pleased with it. "By the way, Tonal', ask him about his friend Nazinred."
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