The crestfallen youth fitted another spear to the handlefor he carried severaland launched it in desperation into the middle of the flock. It ruffled the wings of one bird, and sent it screaming up the cliffs, but brought down none.
Boo! exclaimed the wizard, varying the expression of his contempt. It is well that your mother has only a small family.
Ippegoo was accustomed to severe backhanders from his patron; he was not offended, but smiled in a pathetic manner as he went out in silence to pick up his weapons.
Just as he was returning, Arbalik, nephew to the jovial Simek, appeared upon the scene, and joined them. The wizard appeared to be slightly annoyed, but had completely dissembled his feelings when the young man walked up.
Have the hunters found no seals? asked Ujarak.
Yes, plenty, answered Arbalik cheerily, for he had a good deal of his old uncles spirit in him, but you know variety is agreeable. Birds are good at a feast. They enable you to go on eating when you can hold no more seal or walrus blubber.
That is true, returned the wizard, with a grave nod of appreciation. Show Ippegoo how to dart the spear. He is yet a baby!
Arbalik laughed lightly as he let fly a spear with a jaunty, almost careless, air, and transfixed a bird on the wing.
Well done! cried the wizard, with a burst of genuine admiration; your wife will never know hunger.
Not after I get her, returned the youth, with a laugh, as he flung another spear, and transfixed a second bird.
Ippegoo looked on with slightly envious but not malevolent feelings, for he was a harmless lad.
Try again, cried Arbalik, turning to him with a broad grin, as he offered him one of his own spears.
Ippegoo took the weapon, launched it, and, to his own great surprise and delight, sent it straight through the heart of a bird, which fell like a stone.
A shout of pleasure burst from Arbalik, who was far too good a shot to entertain mean feelings of jealousy at the success of others.
It is the luck of the spear, said Ujarak, not the skill of the hunter.
This would have been an unkind cut to ordinary mortals, but it fell as harmless on Ippegoo as water on the back of the eider-duck. A snub from the wizard he took almost as a compliment, and the mere success of his shot afforded him unbounded pleasure.
The good-natured Arbalik offered him another spear, but Ujarak interposed.
No; Ippegoo must come with me, he said. I have work for him to do. One who would be an angekok must leave bird-spearing to boys. Then turning to ArbalikDid you not say that the hunters have found plenty of game?
Yes, plenty.
I told you so, said the wizard, using a phrase not unfamiliar to civilised ears. Remain here, and spear plenty of birds; or go where you will.
Having thus graciously given the youth free permission to do as he pleasedwhich Arbalik received with inward scorn, though outward respecthe left the cave, followed meekly by his satellite.
After walking in silence till well out of earshot of the expert young hunter, the wizard said in solemn tones
Ippegoo, I have work of more importance for you to do than spearing birdswork that requires the wisdom of a young angekok.
All Ujaraks backhanders vanished before this confidential remark, and the poor tool began to feel as if he were growing taller and broader even as he walked.
You know the hut of Okiok? continued the wizard.
Yes; under the ice-topped cliff.
Well, Angut is there. I hate Angut!
So do I, said Ippegoo, with emphasis quite equal to that of his master.
And Nunaga is there, continued Ujarak. II love Nunaga!
So do I, exclaimed Ippegoo fervently, but seeing by the wizards majestic frown that he had been precipitate, he took refuge in the hasty explanationOf course I mean thatthatI love her because you love her. I do not love her for herself. If you did not love her, I would hate her. To me she is not of so much value as the snout of a seal.
The wizard seemed pacified, for his frown relaxed, and after a few moments thought he went on savagely
Angut also loves Nunaga.
The madman! the insolent! the fool! exclaimed Ippegoo; what can he expect but death?
Nothing else, and nothing less, growled the wizard, clenching his teethif he gets her! But he shall never get her! I will stop that; and that is why I ask you to listenfor you must be ready to act, and in haste.
As Ippegoo began to entertain uncomfortable suspicions that the wizard was about to use him as an instrument of vengeance, he made no response whatever to the last remark.
Now, continued his master, you will go to the hut of Okiok. Enter it hurriedly, and say to Nunaga that her fathers grandmother, Kannoa, is illill in her mindand will not rest till she comes to see her. Take a small sledge that will only hold her and yourself; and if Okiok or Angut offer to go with you, say that old Kannoa wants to see the girl alone, that there is a spell upon her, that she is bewitched, and will see no one else. They will trust you, for they know that your mind is weak and your heart good.
If my mind is weak, said Ippegoo somewhat sadly, how can I ever become an angekok?
With much affectation of confidence, the wizard replied that there were two kinds of men who were fit to be angekoksmen with weak minds and warm hearts, or men with strong minds and cold hearts.
And have you the strong mind? asked Ippegoo.
Yes, of course, very strongand also the cold heart, replied Ujarak.
But how can that be, returned the pupil, with a puzzled look, when your heart is warmed by Nunaga?
Becausebecause, rejoined the wizard slowly, with some hesitation and a look of profound wisdom, because men of strong mind do not love as other men. They are quite differentso different that you cannot understand them.
Ippegoo felt the reproof, and was silent.
So, when you have got Nunaga on the sledge, resumed Ujarak, you will drive her towards the village; but you will turn off at the Cliff of Seals, and drive at full speed to the spot where I speared the white bear last moon. You know it?
Yes; near Walrus Bay?
Just so. There you will find me with two sledges. On one I will drive Nunaga away to the far-south, where the Innuit who have much iron dwell. On the other you will follow. We will live there for ever. They will be glad to receive us.
Butbut said Ippegoo hesitatingly, and with some anxiety, for he did not like to differ on any point from his master I cannot leave mymy mother!
Why not?
I suppose it is because I love her. You know you told me that the weak minds have warm heartsand my mind must be very, very weak indeed, for my heart is very warmquite hotfor my mother.
The wizard perceived that incipient rebellion was in the air, so, like a wise man, a true angekok, he trimmed his sails accordingly.
Bring your mother with you, he said abruptly.
But she wont come.
Command her to come.
Command my mother! exclaimed Ippegoo, in amazement.
Again the wizard was obliged to have recourse to his wisdom in order to subdue this weak mind.
Yes, of course, he replied; tell your mother that your torngakno, you havent got one yetthat Ujaraks torngaktold him in a vision that a visit to the lands of the far-south would do her good, would remove the pains that sometimes stiffen her joints, and the cough that has troubled her so much. So you will incline her to obey. Go, tell her to prepare for a journey; but say nothing more, except that I will call for her soon, and take her on my sledge. Away!
Yes, of course, he replied; tell your mother that your torngakno, you havent got one yetthat Ujaraks torngaktold him in a vision that a visit to the lands of the far-south would do her good, would remove the pains that sometimes stiffen her joints, and the cough that has troubled her so much. So you will incline her to obey. Go, tell her to prepare for a journey; but say nothing more, except that I will call for her soon, and take her on my sledge. Away!
The peremptory tone of the last word decided the poor youths wavering mind. Without a word more he ran to the place where his dogs were fastened, harnessed them to his sledge, and was soon driving furiously back to the Eskimo village over the frozen sea, while the wizard returned to the place where the hunters of his tribe were still busy hauling in the carcases of seals and other game, which they had succeeded in killing in considerable numbers.
Approaching one of the band of hunters, which was headed by the jovial Simek, and had halted for the purpose of refreshment, Ujarak accosted them with
Have the young men become impatient women, that they cannot wait to have their food cooked?
Ha! ha! laughed Simek, holding up a strip of raw and bloody seals flesh, with which he had already besmeared the region of his mouth and nose; Yes, we have become like women; we know what is good for us, and take it when we need it, not caring much about the cooking. My young men are hungry. Must they wait till the lamps are lighted before they eat? Come, Ujarak, join us. Even an angekok may find a bit of good fat seal worth swallowing. Did you not set them free? You deserve a bit!
There was a spice of chaff as well as jollity in the big Eskimos tone and manner; but he was such a gushing fellow, and withal so powerful, that the wizard deemed it wise not to take offence.
It is not long since I fed, he replied, with a grim smile; I have other work on hand just now.
I also have workplenty of it; and I work best when stuffed full.
So saying, Simek put a full stop, as it were, to the sentence with a mass of blubber, while the wizard went off, as he said, to consult his torngak as to state affairs of importance.
Meanwhile Ippegoo went careering over the ice, plying his long-lashed whip with the energy of a man who had pressing business on hand.
Arrived at the village, he sought his mothers hut. Kunelik, as his mother was named, was seated therein, not exactly darning his socks, but engaged in the Eskimo equivalentmending his waterproof boots. These were made of undressed sealskin, with soles of walrus hide; and the pleasant-faced little woman was stitching together the sides of a rent in the upper leather, using a fine sharp fish-bone as a needle and a delicate shred of sinew as a thread, when her son entered.
Mother, he said in a somewhat excited tone, as he sat down beside his maternal parent, I go to the hut of Okiok.
Kunelik bestowed an inquiring glance upon her boy.
Ippe, she said, (for Eskimos sometimes use endearing abbreviations), has Nunaga turned you upside down?
The lad protested fervently that his head was yet in its proper position. But, he added, the mother of Okino, the grandmother of Okiokis sickvery sickand I am to go and fetch the mother ofno, I mean the daughter ofof Okiok, to see her, becausebecause
Take time, Ippe, interrupted Kunelik; I see that your head is down, and your boots are in the air.
Again Ippegoo protested earnestly that he was in the reverse position, and that Nunaga was no more to him than the snout of a seal; but he protested in vain, for his pleasant little mother believed that she understood the language of symptoms, and nodded her disbelief smilingly.
But why do you say that Kannoa is very ill, Ippe? she asked; I have just come from her hut where she was seemingly quite well. Moreover, she has agreed to sup this very night with the mother of Arbalik, and she could not do that if she was ill, for that means much stuffing, because the mother of Arbalik has plenty of food and cooks it very fast.
Oh, but it is not Kannoas body that is ill, said Ippegoo quickly; it is her mind that is illvery ill; and nothing will make it better but a sight of Nunaga. It was Ujarak that told me so; and you know, mother, that whatever he says must be true somehow, whether it be true or not.
Ujarak is a fool, said Kunelik quietly; and you are another, my son.
We must again remind the reader here that the Eskimos are a simple as well as straightforward folk. They say what they mean and mean what they say, without the smallest intention of hurting each others feelings.
And, mother, continued the son, scarce noticing her remark, I want you to prepare for a journey.
Kunelik looked surprised.
Where to, my son?
It matters not just now. You shall know in time. Will you get ready?
No, my son, I wont.
But Ujarak says you are to get ready.
Still, my son, I wont.
Mother! exclaimed Ippegoo, with that look and tone which usually follows the saying of something very wicked; but the pleasant little woman went on with her work with an air of such calm good-natured resolution that her son felt helpless.
Then, mother, I know not what to do.
What did he tell you to do? asked Kunelik abruptly.
The youth gave as much of his conversation with the wizard as sufficed to utterly perplex his mothers mind without enlightening it much. When he had finished, or rather had come to an abrupt stop, she looked at him calmly, and said
My son, whatever he told you to do, go and do it. Leave the rest to me.
From infancy Ippegoo had rejoiced in his wise little mothers decisions. To be saved the trouble of thinking; to have a straight and simple course clearly pointed out to him, so that he should have nothing to do but shut his eyes and walk thereinor, if need be, runwas the height of Ippegoos ambitionnext to solid feeding. But be not hard on him, good reader. Remember that he was an ignorant savage, and that you could not expect him to be as absolutely and entirely free from this low type of spirit as civilised people are!
Without another word, therefore, the youth leaped on to his sledge, cracked his whip, and set off on his delicate mission. Poor lad! disappointment was in store for him. But compensation was in store also.
While he was galloping along under the ice-cliffs on the east side of a great berg, not far from the end of his journey, Okiok, with his wife and daughter on a sledge, chanced to be galloping with equal speed in the opposite direction on the west side of the same berg. It was a mighty bergan ice-mountain of nearly half a mile in lengthso that no sound of cracking lash or yelping dogs passed from the one party to the other. Thus when Ippegoo arrived at his destination he found his fair bird flown. But he found a much more interesting personage in the Kablunet, who had been left under the care of Angut and Ermigit. This great sight effectually banished disappointment and every other feeling from his breast.
He first caught a glimpse of the wonderful man when half-way through the tunnel-lobby, and the sight rooted him to the spot, for Red Rooney had just finished making a full-dress suit of clothes for little Tumbler, and was in the act of fitting them on when the young Eskimo arrived.
That day Ermigit had managed to spear a huge raven. Rooney, being something of a naturalist, had skinned it, and it was while little Tumbler was gazing at him in open-eyed admiration that the thought struck himTumbler being very small and the raven very large.