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er fell on the world for the first time. During months and months, just to punish this great crime, there was no bright sunshine; but often in the long night, while the chief was wearying for summer to come again, he'd be tantalised by these little bits of the broken day that flickered in the sky. Coming, Andrew?" he called back. The others trooped down-hill, dogs, sleds, and all. There was a great hand-shaking and good-byeing. Nicholas whispered: "You come Pymeut?" "I should just pretty nearly think I would." "You dance heap good. Buttons no all done." He put four little ivory crows into the Boy's hands. They were rudely but cleverly carved, with eyes outlined in ink, and supplied under the breast with a neat inward-cut shank. "Mighty fine!" The Boy examined them by the strange glow that brightened in the sky. "You keep." "Oh no, can't do that." "_Yes!_" Nicholas spoke peremptorily. "Yukon men have big feast, must bring present. Me no got reindeer, me got button." He grinned. "Goo'-bye." And the last of the guests went his way. * * * * * It was only habit that kept the Colonel toasting by the fire before he turned in, for the cabin was as warm to-night as the South in mid-summer. _"Grasshoppah sett'n on a swee' p'tater vine,"_ The Boy droned sleepily as he untied the leathern thongs that kept up his muckluck legs-- _"Swee' p'tater vine, swee' p'ta--"_ "All those othahs"--the Colonel waved a hand in the direction of Pymeut--"I think we dreamed 'em, Boy. You and me playing the Big Game with Fohtune. Foolishness! Klondyke? Yoh crazy. Tell me the river's hard as iron and the snow's up to the windah? Don' b'lieve a wo'd of it. We're on some plantation, Boy, down South, in the niggah quawtaws." The Boy was turning back the covers, and balancing a moment on the side of the bunk. _"Sett'n on a swee' p'tater vine, swee' p'ta--"_ "Great Caesar's ghost!" He jumped up, and stood staring down at the sleeping Kaviak. "Ah--a--didn't you know? He's been left behind for a few days." "Yes, I can see he's left behind. No, Colonel, I reckon we're in the Arctic regions all right when it comes to catchin' Esquimers in your bed!" He pulled the furs over Kaviak and himself, and curled down to sleep. CHAPTER V THE SHAMAN. "For my part, I have ever believed and do now know, that there are witches."--_Religio Medici._ The Boy had hoped to g
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