Sometimes she would glance up quickly and catch him at it, and smile,
for it pleased her. Then he would feel a bit foolish and blush through
the tan on his face; for he knew that she read his thoughts. But
neither he nor Manikawan ever voiced the admiration that they felt for
each other.
Bob was lounging in the wigwam one day a week or so after the arrival
at the camp when he heard some one excitedly shouting,
"Atuk! Atuk!"
He grabbed his gun and ran outside where he met Sishetakushin rushing
in from an adjoining wigwam. The Indian called to him to leave his gun
behind and get a spear and follow. He could see that something of
great moment had occurred and he obeyed.
The Indians from the lodges, all armed with spears, were running
towards a knoll just below the camp, and Bob and Sishetakushin and
Mookoomahn joined them. When they reached the top of the knoll Bob
halted for a moment in astonishment. Never before had he beheld
anything to compare with what he saw below. A herd of caribou
containing hundreds--yes thousands--like a great living sea, was
moving to the eastward.
Some of the Indians were already running ahead on their snow-shoes to
turn the animals into the deep snowdrifts of a ravine, while the other
attacked the herd with their spears from the side.
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