150 BY ESKIMO DOG-SLED 



for in the hour of danger he thought not of 

 himself but of his brother, and for his brother 

 he gave his life. 



There was gloom for a few days after the 

 tragedy of Jakko ; but the Eskimos soon 

 forget ; bereavement does not wound them 

 very deeply ; and soon the village wore its 

 usual air of subdued bustle, and away at the 

 sina the hunters were after the seals. 



But seals are not the only quarry ; by far 

 the best fortune that a man can have at the 

 sina is to catch sight of a walrus resting on 

 the ice. The man s idea is to rush boldly 

 upon the great beast and spear or shoot it 

 while it is too dazed to move. It has no 

 chance : it is unwieldy and slow, and has 

 hardly made up its mind which way to turn 

 before the hunter is upon it and its life is over. 

 &quot; Yes, - said Gustaf, when I asked him about 

 it, &quot; Eskimo make a noise and run fast, and 

 Aivek (walrus) stay there all the time and get 

 killed plenty soon. Go quiet, creep, creep, 

 creep, and old Aivek smell Eskimo and crawl 

 off to the water. Flop, gone, no catch him 

 now ; plenty frightened, no good.&quot; 



I knew very well while Gustaf was telling 

 me all this in his queer broken English, with 

 many wavings of his hands and the most 

 expressive of grins and shrugs, that he would 



