02-the son of the wolf-第3章
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need to guard his back。
On either side; the men crouched to the fire; their voices lifted in
a folk…chant out of the forgotten past。 Full of strange; halting
cadences and haunting recurrences; it was not beautiful。 'Fearful' may
inadequately express it。 At the lower end; under the eye of the
Shaman; danced half a score of women。 Stern were his reproofs of those
who did not wholly abandon themselves to the ecstasy of the rite。 Half
hidden in their heavy masses of raven hair; all dishevelled and
falling to their waists; they slowly swayed to and fro; their forms
rippling to an ever…changing rhythm。
It was a weird scene; an anachronism。 To the south; the nineteenth
century was reeling off the few years of its last decade; here
flourished man primeval; a shade removed from the prehistoric
cave…dweller; forgotten fragment of the Elder World。 The tawny
wolf…dogs sat between their skin…clad masters or fought for room;
the firelight cast backward from their red eyes and dripping fangs。
The woods; in ghostly shroud; slept on unheeding。 The White Silence;
for the moment driven to the rimming forest; seemed ever crushing
inward; the stars danced with great leaps; as is their wont in the
time of the Great Cold; while the Spirits of the Pole trailed their
robes of glory athwart the heavens。
'Scruff' Mackenzie dimly realized the wild grandeur of the setting
as his eyes ranged down the fur…fringed sides in quest of missing
faces。 They rested for a moment on a newborn babe; suckling at its
mother's naked breast。 It was forty below;… seven and odd degrees of
frost。 He thought of the tender women of his own race and smiled
grimly。 Yet from the loins of some such tender woman had he sprung
with a kingly inheritance;… an inheritance which gave to him and his
dominance over the land and sea; over the animals and the peoples of
all the zones。 Single…handed against fivescore; girt by the Arctic
winter; far from his own; he felt the prompting of his heritage; the
desire to possess; the wild danger… love; the thrill of battle; the
power to conquer or to die。
The singing and the dancing ceased; and the Shaman flared up in rude
eloquence。 Through the sinuosities of their vast mythology; he
worked cunningly upon the credulity of his people。 The case was
strong。 Opposing the creative principles as embodied in the Crow and
the Raven; he stigmatized Mackenzie as the Wolf; the fighting and
the destructive principle。 Not only was the combat of these forces
spiritual; but men fought; each to his totem。 They were the children
of Jelchs; the Raven; the Promethean fire…bringer; Mackenzie was the
child of the Wolf; or in other words; the Devil。 For them to bring a
truce to this perpetual warfare; to marry their daughters to the
arch…enemy; were treason and blasphemy of the highest order。 No phrase
was harsh nor figure vile enough in branding Mackenzie as a sneaking
interloper and emissary of Satan。 There was a subdued; savage roar
in the deep chests of his listeners as he took the swing of his
peroration。
'Aye; my brothers; Jelchs is all…powerful! Did he not bring
heaven…borne fire that we might be warm? Did he not draw the sun;
moon; and stars; from their holes that we might see? Did he not
teach us that we might fight the Spirits of Famine and of Frost? But
now Jelchs is angry with his children; and they are grown to a
handful; and he will not help。 For they have forgotten him; and done
evil things; and trod bad trails; and taken his enemies into their
lodges to sit by their fires。 And the Raven is sorrowful at the
wickedness of his children; but when they shall rise up and show
they have come back; he will come out of the darkness to aid them。 O
brothers! the Fire…Bringer has whispered messages to thy Shaman; the
same shall ye hear。 Let the young men take the young women to their
lodges; let them fly at the throat of the Wolf; let them be undying in
their enmity! Then shall their women become fruitful and they shall
multiply into a mighty people! And the Raven shall lead great tribes
of their fathers and their fathers' fathers from out of the North; and
they shall beat back the Wolves till they are as last year's
campfires; and they shall again come to rule over all the land! 'Tis
the message of Jelchs; the Raven。'
This foreshadowing of the Messiah's coming brought a hoarse howl
from the Sticks as they leaped to their feet。 Mackenzie slipped the
thumbs of his mittens and waited。 There was a clamor for the 'Fox;'
not to be stilled till one of the young men stepped forward to speak。
'Brothers! The Shaman has spoken wisely。 The Wolves have taken our
women; and our men are childless。 We are grown to a handful。 The
Wolves have taken our warm furs and given for them evil spirits
which dwell in bottles; and clothes which come not from the beaver
or the lynx; but are made from the grass。 And they are not warm; and
our men die of strange sicknesses。 I; the Fox; have taken no woman
to wife; and why? Twice have the maidens which pleased me gone to
the camps of the Wolf。 Even now have I laid by skins of the beaver; of
the moose; of the cariboo; that I might win favor in the eyes of
Thling…Tinneh; that I might marry Zarinska; his daughter。 Even now are
her snow…shoes bound to her feet; ready to break trail for the dogs of
the Wolf。 Nor do I speak for myself alone。 As I have done; so has
the Bear。 He; too; had fain been the father of her children; and
many skins has he cured thereto。 I speak for all the young men who
know not wives。 The Wolves are ever hungry。 Always do they take the
choice meat at the killing。 To the Ravens are left the leavings。
'There is Gugkla;' he cried; brutally pointing out one of the women;
who was a cripple。 'Her legs are bent like the ribs of a birch
canoe。 She cannot gather wood nor carry the meat of the hunters。 Did
the Wolves choose her?'
'Ai! ai!' vociferated his tribesmen。
'There is Moyri; whose eyes are crossed by the Evil Spirit。 Even the
babes are affrighted when they gaze upon her; and it is said the
bald…face gives her the trail。 Was she chosen?'
Again the cruel applause rang out。
'And there sits Pischet。 She does not hearken to my words。 Never has
she heard the cry of the chit…chat; the voice of her husband; the
babble of her child。 She lives in the White Silence。 Cared the
Wolves aught for her? No! Theirs is the choice of the kill; ours is
the leavings。
'Brothers; it shall not be! No more shall the Wolves slink among our
campfires。 The time is come。'
A great streamer of fire; the aurora borealis; purple; green; and
yellow; shot across the zenith; bridging horizon to horizon。 With head
thrown back and arms extended; he swayed to his climax。
'Behold! The spirits of our fathers have arisen and great deeds
are afoot this night!'
He stepped back; and another young man somewhat diffidently came
forward; pushed on by his comrades。 He towered a full head above them;
his broad chest defiantly bared to the frost。 He swung tentatively
from one foot to the other。 Words halted upon his tongue; and he was
ill at ease。 His face was horrible to look upon; for it had at one
time been half torn away by some terrific blow。 At last he struck
his breast with his clenched fist; drawing sound as from a drum; and
his voice rumbled forth as does the surf from an ocean cavern。
'I am the Bear;… the Silver…Tip and the Son of the Silver…Tip!
When my voice was yet as a girl's; I slew the lynx; the moose; and the
cariboo; when it whistled like the wolverines from under a cache; I
crossed the Mountains of the South and slew three of the White Rivers;
when it became as the roar of the Chinook; I met the bald…faced
grizzly; but gave no trail。'
At this he paused; his hand significantly sweeping across his
hideous scars。
'I am not as the Fox。 My tongue is frozen like the river。 I cannot
make great talk。 My words are few。 The Fox says great deeds are
afoot this night。 Go