away home, and because he had not drunken
of _hooch_ they could not catch him, and fell one over another and made
haste slowly. Even now they do howl without his igloo, and his woman-
folk within, and what of the noise, he cannot make himself heard.'

"'O Angeit, thou hast done well,' I commanded. 'Go now, taking this
empty sled and the lean dogs, and ride fast to the igloo of Moosu; and
before the people, who are drunken, are aware, throw him quick upon the
sled and bring him to me.'

"I waited and gave good advice to the faithful ones till Angeit returned.
Moosu was on the sled, and I saw by the fingermarks on his face that his
womankind had done well by him. But he tumbled off and fell in the snow
at my feet, crying: 'O master, thou wilt forgive Moosu, thy servant, for
the wrong things he has done! Thou art a great man! Surely wilt thou
forgive!'

"'Call me "brother," Moosu--call me "brother,"' I chided, lifting him to
his feet with the toe of my moccasin. 'Wilt thou evermore obey?'

"'Yea, master,' he whimpered, 'evermore.'

"'Then dispose thy body, so, across the sled,' I shifted the dogwhip to
my right hand. 'And direct thy face downwards, toward the snow. And
make haste, for we journey south this day.' And when he was well fixed I
laid the lash upon him, reciting, at every stroke, the wrongs he had done
me. 'This for thy disobedience in general--whack! And this for thy
disobedience in particular--whack! whack! And this for Esanetuk! And
this for thy soul's welfare! And this for the grace of thy authority!
And this for Kluktu! And this for thy rights God-given! And this for
thy fat firstlings! And this and this for thy income-tax and thy loaves
and fishes! And this for all thy disobedience! And this, finally, that
thou mayest henceforth walk softly and with understanding! Now cease thy
sniffling and get up! Gird on thy snowshoes and go to the fore and break
trail for the dogs. _Chook_! _Mush-on_! Git!'"

Thomas Stevens smiled quietly to himself as he lighted his fifth cigar
and sent curling smoke-rings ceilingward.

"But how about the people of Tattarat?" I asked. "Kind of rough, wasn't
it, to leave them flat with famine?"

And he answered, laughing, between two smoke-rings, "Were there not the
fat dogs?"

THE FAITH OF MEN

"Tell you what we'll do; we'll shake for it."

"That suits me," said the second man, turning, as he spoke, to the Indian
that was mending snowshoes