ask you what I must do after you
are dead and I have killed your family, you do not say: ‘Why, follow
me, of course, and look for me in the darkness, and if you find
nothing it will be because there is nothing to find,’ as you would
have done did you love me. No, you say, ‘Do as you will. What is it to
me?’ Still, I shall come with Foh and Aaka, although, of course, I
must be a little behind them, because it will take time to fulfil your
orders, and afterward to do what is necessary to myself. Still, wait
for me an hour, even if Aaka is angry, as she will be.”
“So you think you would find me somewhere, you who do not believe in
the gods,” said Wi, staring at him with his big, melancholy eyes.
“Yes, Wi, I think that, though I don’t know why I think it. I think
that the lover always finds the beloved, and that therefore you will
find Fo-a and I shall find you. Also, I think that, if I am wrong, it
doesn’t matter, for I shall never know that I was wrong. But as for
those gods who dwell in the ice, piff! ” and again Pag snapped his
fingers in the direction of the glacier and went on with the skinning
of the wolf.
Presently this was finished and he threw the gory hide, flesh side
down, over his broad shoulders to keep it stretched, as he said, for a
little blood did not trouble him. Then, without more talk, the pair
walked down to the beach, the squat misshapen Pag waddling on his
short legs after the burly, swift-moving Wi.
Here, straggling over a great extent of shore, were a number of rough
shelters not unlike the Indian wigwams of our own age, or those rude
huts that are built by the Australian savages. Round these huts
wandered or squatted some sharp-nosed, surly-looking, long-coated
creatures, very powerful of build, that a modern man would have taken
for wolves rather than dogs. Wolves their progenitors had been, though
how long before it was impossible to say. Now, however, they were
tamed, more or less, and the most valued possession of the tribe,
which by their aid kept at bay the true wild wolves and the other
savage beasts that haunted the beach and the woods.
When these animals caught sight of Wi and Pag, they rushed at them,
open-mouthed and growling fiercely till, getting their wind, of a
sudden they became gentle and, for the most part, returned to the huts
whence they had come. Two or three of them, however, which were his
especial property and lived in his hut, leapt up at Wi, wagging their
tails and striving to lick his hand or face. He patted one upon the
head, the great hound Yow whom he loved, and who was his guard and
companion when out hunting, whereon the other two, in their fierce
jealousy, instantly flew at its throat, nor did Pag find it easy to
separate them.
The noise of the worrying attracted the tribe, many of whom appeared
from out of the huts or elsewhere to discover its cause. They were
wild-looking people, all dark-haired like Wi, though he was taller and
bigger than most of them, very like each other in countenance,
moreover, as a result of inbreeding for an unknown number of
generations. Indeed, a stranger would have found difficulty in
distinguishing them apart except by their ages, but as no stranger
ever came to the home of the beach people, this did not matter.
The most of them also were coarse-faced and crushed-looking as though
they were well-acquainted with the extremities of cruelty and hardship
—which was indeed the case; like Wi, however, some of them had fine
eyes, though even these were furtive and terror-stricken. Of children
there were not many, for reasons that have been told, and these hung
together in a little group, perhaps to keep out of the way of blows
when their elders appeared, or in some instances wandered round the
fires of driftwood on which food was cooking, bits of seal meat, for
the most part, toasting upon sticks—for the tribe were not advanced
enough in the domestic arts to
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