Not only Muckluck was up and doing, but the Ol" Chief seemed galvanised into unwonted activity. He was doddering about between his bed and the fire, laying out the most imposing parkis and fox-skins, fur blankets, and a pair of seal-skin mittens, all of which, apparently, he had had secreted under his bed, or between it and the wall.
They made a sumptuous breakfast of tea, the last of the bacon the Boy had brought, and slapjacks.
The Boy kept looking from time to time at the display of furs. Father Wills was right; he ought to buy a parki with a hood, but he had meant to have the priest"s advice, or Mac"s, at least, before investing. Ol"
Chief watching him surrept.i.tiously, and seeing he was no nearer making an offer, felt he should have some encouragement. He picked up the seal-skin mittens and held them out.
"Present," said Ol" Chief. "You tell Father Brachet us belly solly."
"Oh, I"ll handle him without gloves," said the Boy, giving back the mittens. But Ol" Chief wouldn"t take them. He was holding up the smaller of the two parkis.
"You no like?"
"Oh, very nice."
"You no buy?"
"You go sleep on trail," said Nicholas, rising briskly. "You die, no parki."
The Boy laughed and shook his head, but still Ol" Chief held out the deer-skin shirt, and caressed the wolf-fringe of the hood.
"Him cheap."
"How cheap?"
"Twenty-fi" dollah."
"Don"t know as I call that cheap."
"Yes," said Nicholas. "St. Michael, him fifty dollah."
The Boy looked doubtful.
"I saw a parki there at the A. C. Store about like this for twenty."
"A. C. parki, peeluck," Nicholas said contemptuously. Then patting the one his father held out, "You wear _him_ fifty winter."
"Lord forbid! Anyhow, I"ve only got about twenty dollars" worth of tobacco and stuff along with me."
"Me come white camp," Nicholas volunteered. "Me get more fi" dollah."
"Oh, will you? Now, that"s very kind of you." But Nicholas, impervious to irony, held out the parki. The Boy laughed, and took it. Nicholas stooped, picked up the fur mittens, and, laying them on the Boy"s arm, reiterated his father"s "Present!" and then departed to the Kachime to bring down the Boy"s pack.
The Princess meanwhile had withdrawn to her own special corner, where in the daytime appeared only a roll of plaited mats, and a little, cheap, old hat-box, which she evidently prized most of all she had in the world.
"You see? Lock!"
The Boy expressed surprise and admiration.
"No! Really! I call that fine."
"I got present for Father Brachet"; and turning over the rags and nondescript rubbish of the hat-box, she produced an object whose use was not immediately manifest. A section of walrus ivory about six inches long had been cut in two. One of these curved halves had been mounted on four ivory legs. In the upper flat side had been stuck, at equal distances from the two ends and from each other, two delicate branches of notched ivory, standing up like horns. Between these sat an ivory mannikin, about three inches long, with a woeful countenance and with arms held out like one beseeching mercy.
"It"s fine," said the Boy, "but--a--what"s it for? Just look pretty?"
"Wait, I show you." She dived into the hat-box, and fished up a bit of battered pencil. With an air of pride, she placed the pencil across the outstretched hands of the ivory suppliant, asking the Boy in dumb-show, was not this a pen-rest that might be trusted to melt the heart of the Holy Father?
"This way, too." She ill.u.s.trated how anyone embarra.s.sed by the possession of more than one pencil could range them in tiers on the ivory horns above the head of the Woeful One.
"I call that scrumptious! And he looks as if he was saying he was sorry all the time."
She nodded, delighted that the Boy comprehended the subtle symbolism.
"One more!" she said, showing her dazzling teeth. Like a child playing a game, she half shut the hat-box and hugged it lovingly. Then with eyes sparkling, slowly the small hand crept in--was thrust down the side and drew out with a rapturous "Ha!" a gaudy advertis.e.m.e.nt card, setting forth the advantages of smoking "Kentucky Leaf" She looked at it fondly. Then slowly, regretfully, all the fun gone now, she pa.s.sed it to the Boy.
"For Sister Winifred!" she said, like one who braces herself to make some huge renunciation. "You tell her I send with my love, and I always say my prayers. I very good. Hey? You tell Sister Winifred?"
"_Sure_," said the Boy.
The Ol" Chief was pulling the other parki over his head. Nicholas reappeared with the visitor"s effects. Under the Boy"s eyes, he calmly confiscated all the tea and tobacco. But nothing had been touched in the owner"s absence.
"Look here: just leave me enough tea to last till I get home. I"ll make it up to you."
Nicholas, after some reflection, agreed. Then he bustled about, gathered together an armful of things, and handed the Boy a tea-kettle and an axe.
"You bring--dogs all ready. Mush!" and he was gone.
To the Boy"s surprise, while he and Muckluck were getting the food and presents together, the lively Ol" Chief--so lately dying--made off, in a fine new parki, on all fours, curious, no doubt, to watch the preparations without.
But not a bit of it. The Ol" Chief"s was a more intimate concern in the expedition. When the Boy joined him, there he was sitting up in Nicholas"s sled, appallingly emaciated, but brisk as you please, ordering the disposition of the axe and rifle along either side, the tea-kettle and grub between his feet, showing how the deer-skin blankets should be wrapped, and especially was he dictatorial about the lashing of the mahout.
"How far"s he comin"?" asked the Boy, astonished.
"All the way," said Muckluck. "He want to be _sure_."
Several bucks came running down from the Kachime, and stood about, coughed and spat, and offered a.s.sistance or advice. When at last Ol"
Chief was satisfied with the way the raw walrus-hide was laced and lashed, Nicholas cracked his whip and shouted, "Mush! G.o.d-d.a.m.n! Mush!"
"Good-bye, Princess. We"ll take care of your father, though I"m sure he oughtn"t to go."
"Oh yes," answered Muckluck confidently; then lower, "Shaman make all well quick. Hey? Goo"-bye."
"Good-bye."
"Don"t forget tell Sister Winifred I say my p--" But the Boy had to run to keep up with the sled.
For some time he kept watching the Ol" Chief with unabated astonishment, wondering if he"d die on the way. But, after all, the open-air cure was tried for his trouble in various other parts of the world--why not here?
There was no doubt about it, Nicholas had a capital team of dogs, and knew how to drive them. Two-legged folk often had to trot pretty briskly to keep up. Pymeut was soon out of sight.