the last of the plainsmen-第22章
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y tombs or paintings similar to them。 Snake Gulch is a find； and I shall some day study its wonders。〃
Sundown caught us within sight of Oak Spring； and we soon trotted into camp to the welcoming chorus of the hounds。 Frank and the others had reached the cabin some hours before。 Supper was steaming on the hot coals with a delicious fragrance。
Then came the pleasantest time of the day； after a long chase or jauntthe silent moments； watching the glowing embers of the fire； the speaking moments when a red…blooded story rang clear and true； the twilight moments； when the wood…smoke smelled sweet。
Jones seemed unusually thoughtful。 I had learned that this preoccupation in him meant the stirring of old associations； and I waited silently。 By and by Lawson snored mildly in a corner； Jim and Frank crawled into their blankets； and all was still。 Walllace smoked his Indian pipe and hunted in firelit dreams。
〃Boys；〃 said our leader finally； 〃somehow the echoes dying away in that cave reminded me of the mourn of the big white wolves in the Barren Lands。
Wallace puffed huge clouds of white smoke； and I waited； knowing that I was to hear at last the story of the Colonel's great adventure in the Northland。
CHAPTER 8。 NAZA！ NAZA！ NAZA！
It was a waiting day at Fort Chippewayan。 The lonesome； far…northern Hudson's Bay Trading Post seldom saw such life。 Tepees dotted the banks of the Slave River and lines of blanketed Indians paraded its shores。 Near the boat landing a group of chiefs； grotesque in semi…barbaric； semicivilized splendor； but black…browed； austere…eyed； stood in savage dignity with folded arms and high…held heads。 Lounging on the grassy bank were white men； traders； trappers and officials of the post。
All eyes were on the distant curve of the river where； as it lost itself in a fine…fringed bend of dark green； white…glinting waves danced and fluttered。 A June sky lay blue in the majestic stream； ragged； spear…topped； dense green trees massed down to the water； beyond rose bold； bald…knobbed hills； in remote purple relief。
A long Indian arm stretched south。 The waiting eyes discerned a black speck on the green； and watched it grow。 A flatboat； with a man standing to the oars； bore down swiftly。
Not a red hand； nor a white one； offered to help the voyager in the difficult landing。 The oblong； clumsy； heavily laden boat surged with the current and passed the dock despite the boatman's efforts。 He swung his craft in below upon a bar and roped it fast to a tree。 The Indians crowded above him on the bank。 The boatman raised his powerful form erect； lifted a bronzed face which seemed set in craggy hardness； and cast from narrow eyes a keen； cool glance on those above。 The silvery gleam in his fair hair told of years。
Silence； impressive as it was ominous； broke only to the rattle of camping paraphernalia； which the voyager threw to a level； grassy bench on the bank。 Evidently this unwelcome visitor had journeyed from afar； and his boat； sunk deep into the water with its load of barrels； boxes and bags； indicated that the journey had only begun。 Significant； too； were a couple of long Winchester rifles shining on a tarpaulin。
The cold…faced crowd stirred and parted to permit the passage of a tall； thin； gray personage of official bearing； in a faded military coat。
〃Are you the musk…ox hunter？〃 he asked； in tones that contained no welcome。
The boatman greeted this peremptory interlocutor with a cool laugha strange laugh； in which the muscles of his face appeared not to play。
〃Yes； I am the man；〃 he said。
〃The chiefs of the Chippewayan and Great Slave tribes have been apprised of your coming。 They have held council and are here to speak with you。〃
At a motion from the commandant； the line of chieftains piled down to the level bench and formed a half…circle before the voyager。 To a man who had stood before grim Sitting Bull and noble Black Thunder of the Sioux； and faced the falcon…eyed Geronimo； and glanced over the sights of a rifle at gorgeous…feathered； wild； free Comanches； this semi…circle of savageslords of the northwas a sorry comparison。 Bedaubed and betrinketed； slouchy and slovenly； these low…statured chiefs belied in appearance their scorn…bright eyes and lofty mien。 They made a sad group。
One who spoke in unintelligible language； rolled out a haughty； sonorous voice over the listening multitude。 When he had finished； a half…breed interpreter； in the dress of a white man； spoke at a signal from the commandant。
〃He says listen to the great orator of the Chippewayan。 He has summoned all the chiefs of the tribes south of Great Slave Lake。 He has held council。 The cunning of the pale…face； who comes to take the musk…oxen； is well known。 Let the pale…face hunter return to his own hunting…grounds； let him turn his face from the north。 Never will the chiefs permit the white man to take musk…oxen alive from their country。 The Ageter； the Musk…ox； is their god。 He gives them food and fur。 He will never come back if he is taken away； and the reindeer will follow him。 The chiefs and their people would starve。 They command the pale…face hunter to go back。 They cry Naza！ Naza！ Naza！〃
〃Say； for a thousand miles I've heard that word Naza！〃 returned the hunter； with mingled curiosity and disgust。 〃At Edmonton Indian runners started ahead of me； and every village I struck the redskins would crowd round me and an old chief would harangue at me； and motion me back； and point north with Naza！ Naza！ Naza！ What does it mean？〃
〃No white man knows； no Indian will tell；〃 answered the interpreter。 〃The traders think it means the Great Slave； the North Star； the North Spirit； the North Wind； the North Lights and the musk…ox god。〃
〃Well； say to the chiefs to tell Ageter I have been four moons on the way after some of his little Ageters； and I'm going to keep on after them。〃
〃Hunter； you are most unwise；〃 broke in the commandant； in his officious voice。 〃The Indians will never permit you to take a musk…ox alive from the north。 They worship him； pray to him。 It is a wonder you have not been stopped。〃
〃Who'll stop me？〃
〃The Indians。 They will kill you if you do not turn back。〃
〃Faugh！ to tell an American plainsman that！〃 The hunter paused a steady moment； with his eyelids narrowing over slits of blue fire。 〃There is no law to keep me out； nothing but Indian superstition and Naza！ And the greed of the Hudson's Bay people。 I am an old fox； not to be fooled by pretty baits。 For years the officers of this fur…trading company have tried to keep out explorers。 Even Sir John Franklin； an Englishman； could not buy food of them。 The policy of the company is to side with the Indians； to keep out traders and trappers。 Why？ So they can keep on cheating the poor savages out of clothing and food by trading a few trinkets and blankets； a little tobacco and rum for millions of dollars worth of furs。 Have I failed to hire man after man； Indian after Indian； not to know why I cannot get a helper？ Have I； a plainsman； come a thousand miles alone to be scared by you； or a lot of craven Indians？ Have I been dreaming of musk…oxen for forty years； to slink south now； when I begin to feel the north？ Not I。〃
Deliberately every chief； with the sound of a hissing snake； spat in the hunter's face。 He stood immovable while they perpetrated the outrage； then calmly wiped his cheeks； and in his strange； cool voice； addressed the interpreter。
〃Tell them thus they show their true qualities； to insult in council。 Tell them they are not chiefs； but dogs。 Tell them they are not even squaws； only poor； miserable starved dogs。 Tell them I turn my back on them。 Tell them the paleface has fought real chiefs； fierce； bold； like eagles； and he turns his back on dogs。 Tell them he is the one who could teach them to raise the musk…oxen and the reindeer； and to keep out the cold and the wolf。 But they are blinded。 Tell them the hunter goes north。〃
Through the council of chiefs ran a low mutter； as of gathering thunder。
True to his word； the hunter turned his back on them。 As he brushed by； his eye caught a gaunt savage slipping from the boat。 At the hunter's stern call； the Indian leaped ashore； and started to run。 He ha
