"Twenty deers" tongues tied to the pack on his shoulders; Not a tongue in his mouth to call to his wife with.
Wolves, foxes, and ravens are tearing and fighting for morsels.
Tough and hard are the sinews; not so the child in your bosom."
Ahmi, ahmi, sleep little one, wake not!
Over the mountain slowly staggers the hunter.
Two bucks" thighs on his shoulders.
Twenty deers" tongues in his belt.
"Go, gather wood, kindle a fire, old woman!"
Off flew the crow--liar, cheat and deceiver.
Wake, oh sleeper, awake! welcome your father!
He brings you back fat, marrow, venison fresh from the mountain Tired and worn, yet he"s carved you a toy of the deer"s horn, While he was sitting and waiting long for the deer on the hillside.
Wake! see the crow! hiding himself from the arrow; Wake, little one, wake! here is your father safe home.""
"Who"s "Kuskokala the Shaman"?" the Boy inquired.
"Ah, better ask Nicholas," answered the priest.
But Nicholas was absorbed in his carving.
Again Mr. O"Flynn obliged, roaring with great satisfaction:
""I"m a stout rovin" blade, and what matther my name, For I ahlways was wild, an" I"ll niver be tame; An" I"ll kiss putty gurrls wheriver I go, An" what"s that to annyone whether or no.
_Chorus._
""Ogedashin, den thashin, come, boys! let us drink; "Tis madness to sorra, "tis folly to think.
For we"re ahl jolly fellows wheriver we go-- Ogedashin, den thashin, na boneen sheen lo!""
Potts was called on. No, he couldn"t sing, but he could show them a trick or two. And with his grimy euchre-deck he kept his word, showing that he was not the mere handy-man, but the magician of the party. The natives, who know the cards as we know our A B C"s, were enthralled, and began to look upon Potts as a creature of more than mortal skill.
Again the Boy pressed Nicholas to dance. "No, no;" and under his breath: "You come Pymeut."
Meanwhile, O"Flynn, hugging the pleasant consciousness that he had distinguished himself--his pardner, too--complained that the only contribution Mac or the Boy had made was to kick up a row. What steps were they going to take to retrieve their characters and minister to the public entertainment?
"I"ve supplied the decorations," said Mac in a final tone.
"Well, and the Bhoy? What good arre ye, annyway?"
"Hard to say," said the person addressed; but, thinking hard: "Would you like to see me wag my ears?" Some languid interest was manifested in this accomplishment, but it fell rather flat after Potts" splendid achievements with the euchre-deck.
"No, ye ain"t good fur much as an enthertainer," said O"Flynn frankly.
Kaviak had begun to cry for more punch, and Mac was evidently growing a good deal perplexed as to the further treatment for his patient.
"Did ye be tellin" some wan, Father, that when ye found that Esquimer he had gra.s.s stuffed in his mouth? Sure, he"ll be missin" that gra.s.s.
Ram somethin" down his throat."
"Was it done to shorten his sufferings?" the Colonel asked in an undertone.
"No," answered the priest in the same low voice; "if they listen long to the dying, the cry gets fixed in their imagination, and they hear it after the death, and think the spirit haunts the place. Their fear and horror of the dead is beyond belief. They"ll turn a dying man out of his own house, and not by the door, but through a hole in the roof. Or they pull out a log to make an opening, closing it up quick, so the spirit won"t find his way back."
Kaviak continued to lament.
"Sorry we can"t offer you some blubber, Kaviak."
""Tain"t that he"s missin"; he"s got an inexhaustible store of his own.
His mistake is offerin" it to us."
"I know what"s the matter with that little shaver," said the Boy. "He hasn"t got any stool, and you keep him standin" on those legs of his like matches."
"Let him sit on the buffalo-skin there," said Mac gruffly.
"Don"t you s"pose he"s thought o" the buffalo-skin? But he"d hate it. A little fella likes to be up where he can see what"s goin" on. He"d feel as lost "way down there on the buffalo as a puppy in a corn-brake."
The Boy was standing up, looking round.
"I know. Elephas! come along, Jimmie!" In spite of remonstrance, they rushed to the door and dragged in the "fossle." When Nicholas and his friends realised what was happening, they got up grunting and protesting. "Lend a hand, Andrew," the Boy called to the man nearest.
"No--no!" objected the true son of the Church, with uncommon fervour.
"You, then, Nicholas."
_"Oo,_ ha, _oo!_ No touch! No touch!"
"What"s up? You don"t know what this is."
"Huh! Nicholas know plenty well. Nicholas no touch bones of dead devils." This view of the "fossle" so delighted the company that, acting on a sudden impulse, they pushed the punch-bowl out of the way, and, with a whoop, hoisted the huge thing on the table. Then the Boy seized the whimpering Kaviak, and set him high on the throne. So surprised was the topmost Sp.i.s.simen that he was as quiet for a moment as the one underneath him, staring about, blinking. Then, looking down at Mac"s punch-cup, he remembered his grievance, and took up the wail where he had left it off.
"Nuh, nuh! don"t you do that," said the Boy with startling suddenness.
"If you make that noise, I"ll have to make a worse one. If you cry, Kaviak, I"ll have to sing. Hmt, hmt! don"t you do it." And as Kaviak, in spite of instructions, began to bawl, the Boy began to do a plantation jig, crooning monotonously:
""Grashoppah sett"n on de swee" p"tater vine, Swee" p"tater vine, swee" p"tater vine; Gra.s.shoppah--""
He stopped as suddenly as he"d begun. "_Now_, will you be good?"
Kaviak drew a breath with a catch in it, looked round, and began as firmly as ever:
"Weh!--eh!--eh!"
"Sh--sh!" The Boy clapped his hands, and lugubriously intoned:
""Dey"s de badger and de bah, En de funny lil hah, En de active lil flea, En de lil armadillah Dat sleeps widouter pillah, An dey all gottah mate but me--ee--ee!"
"Farva!" Kaviak gasped.
"Say, do a n.i.g.g.e.r breakdown," solicited Potts.
"Ain"t room; besides, I can"t do it with blisters."