hen the men-of-the-woods see a face once, they never forget it,"
returned the Indian, grasping the proffered hand heartily, but without a
sign of risibility on his countenance, for in this, as we know, he
differed considerably from his companion; yet there was a something
about the corners of his eyes which seemed to indicate that he was not
quite devoid of humour.

"But how did you discover me?" resumed Cheenbuk. "I not only spoke with
a deeper voice, but I put black and oil on my face, and pulled my hood
well forward."

"When the Eskimo wants to blind the man-of-the-woods," answered
Nazinred, sententiously, "he must remember that he is a man, not a
child. The cry of the grey geese is always the same, though some of
them have deeper voices than others. A face does not change its shape
because it is dirtied with oil and black. Men draw hoods over their
faces when going out of a lodge, not when coming in. When smoking
tobacco is seen for the _first_ time, surprise is always created.--
Waugh!"

"What you say is true, man-of-the-woods," returned Cheenbuk, smiling.
"I am not equal to you at deceiving."

Whether the Indian took this for a compliment or otherwise there was no
expression on his mahogany face to tell, as he sat there calmly smoking
and staring at the lamp. Suddenly he removed the pipe from his lips and
looked intently at the Eskimo, who in turn regarded him with evident
expectation.

"My son," said Nazinred, "I have one or two questions to put to you.
You and I agree about many things. Tell me, what would you think of the
fawn that would forsake its dam?"

Cheenbuk was puzzled, but replied that he thought there must be
something the matter with it--something wrong.

"I will tell you a story," continued the Indian, "and it is true. It
did not come into my head. I did not dream it. There was a
man-of-the-woods, and he had a squaw and one child, a girl. The parents
were very fond of this girl. She was graceful like the swan. Her eyes
were large, brown, and beautiful like the eyes of a young deer. She was
active and playful like the young rabbit. When she was at home the
wigwam was full of light. When she was absent it was dark. The girl
loved her father and mother, and never disobeyed them or caused them to
suffer for a moment. One day, when the father was far away from home, a
number of bad Eskimos came and fought with the men-of-the-woods, who
went out and drove their enemies away. Th