84 Our North Land. 



To be attended by the common herd 



And give command. Her home a ruler's hut, 



And hence a palace grand. The only heir 



And only child of Chief Utongkakum, 



Whose rule of thirty years as native chief 



Of Eskimos for many miles around 



Had blessed his race, and made his name a word 



For common use. The aged chief could not 



Much longer wear his modern cap of red, 



But soon his crown must rest on other's head. 



To gain the princess-daughter's hand was much 



To be desired for her natural charms, 



But more because with that the winner gained 



A crown. Princess Lu-killia-ke-a-kum 



Utongkakum, by many suitors wooed, 



But won by none, until by test to find a man 



As true, as brave, and worthy to be called 



A chief, the conquest of her heart was made 



By young Shemomamik. 



The contest for her hand, the battle for 



The crown, was brought on thus. The evening shades 



Were falling, when, as four brave hunters sat 



On skins about her royal father's hut, 



Each waiting for the word, the answer to 



A prayer that sweet Lu-killia-ke-a-kum 



Would stoop to be his bride. Behold, a grim 



Huge Polar bear approached, but turned 



Away as yelping dogs disclosed to him 



His peril. The princess answered, pointing to 



The monster, king of Arctic seas: " To him 



Who brings, unaided but by lance and nerve, 



The soft, white pelt of that huge bear, 



I give my hand and grant my father's crown " 



The bear-skin on the whaler's stern-sheets spread, 

 As cushion for the beauty, princess-bride, 

 Was from the body of that bear. The groom, 

 Whose arm supported her, and on whose head 

 The ruling crown, a cap of reddish cloth, 

 Reposed, and at whose side a lance was slung, 

 Our hero ! Brave Shemomamik had won ! 



Now there is very little ceremony connected with an Eskimo 

 marriage, not even with the marriage of a chief's only daughter, and 

 that little consists of the fortunate man conducting his wife from 



