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Then, very slowly, came the creak of his steps to the far corner, a pause, and the creaking of his return. The door opened and he came forth. Nothing had happened, and he was the last.
“Let the fire be lighted,” Scundoo commanded.
The bright flames rushed upward, revealing faces yet marked with vanishing fear, but also clouded with doubt.
“Surely the thing has failed,” Hooniah whispered hoarsely.
“Yea,” Bawn answered complacently. “Scundoo groweth old, and we stand in need of a new shaman.”
“Where now is the wisdom of Jelchs?” Sime snickered in La-lah’s ear.
La-lah brushed his brow in a puzzled manner and said nothing.
Sime threw his chest out arrogantly and strutted up to the little shaman. “Hoh! Hoh! As I said, nothing has come of it!”
“So it would seem, so it would seem,” Scundoo answered meekly. “And it would seem strange to those unskilled in the affairs of mystery.”
“As thou?” Sime queried audaciously.
“Mayhap even as I.” Scundoo spoke quite softly, his eyelids drooping, slowly drooping, down, down, till his eyes were all but hidden. “So I am minded of another test. Let every man, woman, and child, now and at once, hold their hands well up above their heads!”
So unexpected was the order, and so imperatively was it given, that it was obeyed without question. Every hand was in the air.
“Let each look on the other’s hands, and let all look,” Scundoo commanded, “so that—”
But a noise of laughter, which was more of wrath, drowned his voice. All eyes had come to rest upon Sime. Every hand but his was black with soot, and his was guiltless of the smirch of Hooniah’s pot.
A stone hurtled through the air and struck him on the cheek.
“It is a lie!” he yelled. “A lie! I know naught of Hooniah’s blankets!”
A second stone gashed his brow, a third whistled past his head, the great blood-cry went up, and everywhere were people groping on the ground for missiles. He staggered and half sank down.
“It was a joke! Only a joke!” he shrieked. “I but took them for a joke!”
“Where hast thou hidden them?” Scundoo’s shrill, sharp voice cut through the tumult like a knife.
“In the large skin-bale in my house, the one slung by the ridgepole,” came the answer. “But it was a joke, I say, only—”
Scundoo nodded his head, and the air went thick with flying stones. Sime’s wife was crying silently, her head upon her knees; but his little boy, with shrieks and laughter, was flinging stones with the rest.
Hooniah came waddling back with the precious blankets. Scundoo stopped her.
“We be poor people and have little,” she whimpered. “So be not hard upon us, O Scundoo.”
The people ceased from the quivering stone-pile they had builded, and looked on.
“Nay, it was never my way, good Hooniah,” Scundoo made answer, reaching for the blankets. “In token that I am not hard, these only shall I take.”
“Am I not wise, my children?” he demanded.
“Thou art indeed wise, O Scundoo!” they cried in one voice.
And he went away into the darkness, the blankets around him, and Jelchs nodding sleepily under his arm.
The Sunlanders
Mandell is an obscure village on the rim of the polar sea. It is not large, and the people are peaceable, more peaceable even than those of the adjacent tribes. There are few men in Mandell, and many women; wherefore a wholesome and necessary polygamy is in practice; the women bear children with ardor, and the birth of a man-child is hailed with acclamation. Then there is Aab-Waak, whose head rests always on one shoulder, as though at some time the neck had become very tired and refused forevermore its wonted duty.
The cause of all these things,—the peaceableness, and the polygamy, and the tired neck of Aab-Waak,—goes back among the years to the time when the schooner Search dropped anchor in Mandell Bay, and when Tyee, chief man of the tribe, conceived a scheme of sudden wealth. To this day the story of things that happened is remembered and spoken of with bated breath by the people of Mandell, who are cousins to the Hungry Folk who live in the west. Children draw closer when the tale is told, and marvel sagely to themselves at the madness of those who might have been their forebears had they not provoked the Sunlanders and come to bitter ends.
It began to happen when six men came ashore from the Search, with heavy outfits, as though they had come to stay, and quartered themselves in Neegah’s igloo. Not but that they paid well in flour and sugar for the lodging, but Neegah was aggrieved because Mesahchie, his daughter, elected to cast her fortunes and seek food and blanket with Bill-Man, who was leader of the party of white men.
“She is worth a price,” Neegah complained to the gathering by the council-fire, when the six white men were asleep. “She is worth a price, for we have more men than women, and the men be bidding high. The hunter Ounenk offered me a kayak, new-made, and a gun which he got in trade from the Hungry Folk. This was I offered, and behold, now she is gone and I have nothing!”
“I, too, did bid for Mesahchie,” grumbled a voice, in tones not altogether joyless, and Peelo shoved his broad-cheeked, jovial face for a moment into the light.
“Thou, too,” Neegah affirmed. “And there were others. Why is there such a restlessness upon the Sunlanders?” he demanded petulantly. “Why do they not stay at home? The Snow People do not wander to the lands of the Sunlanders.”
“Better were it to ask why they come,” cried a voice from the darkness, and Aab-Waak pushed his way to the front.
“Ay! Why they come!” clamored many voices, and Aab-Waak waved his hand for silence.
“Men do not dig in the ground for nothing,” he began. “And I have it in mind of the Whale People, who are likewise Sunlanders, and who lost their ship in the ice. You all remember the Whale People, who came to us in their broken boats, and who went away into the south with dogs and sleds when the frost arrived and snow covered the land. And you remember, while they waited for the frost, that one man of them dug in the ground, and then two men and three, and then all men of them, with great excitement and much disturbance. What they dug out of the ground we do not know, for they drove us away so we could not see. But afterward, when they were gone, we looked and found nothing. Yet there be much ground and they did not dig it all.”
“Ay, Aab-Waak! Ay!” cried the people in admiration.
“Wherefore I have it in mind,” he concluded, “that one Sunlander tells another, and that these Sunlanders have been so told and are come to dig in the ground.”
“But how can it be that Bill-Man speaks our tongue?” demanded a little weazened old hunter,—“Bill-Man, upon whom never before our eyes have rested?”
“Bill-Man has been other times in the Snow Lands,” Aab-Waak answered, “else would he not speak the speech of the Bear People, which is like the speech of the Hungry Folk, which is very like the speech of the Mandells. For there have been many Sunlanders among the Bear People, few among the Hungry Folk, and none at all among the Mandells, save the Whale People and those who sleep now in the igloo of Neegah.”
“Their sugar is very good,” Neegah commented, “and their flour.”
“They have great wealth,” Ounenk added. “Yesterday I was to their ship, and beheld most cunning tools of iron, and knives, and guns, and flour, and sugar, and strange foods