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A good authority on the Eskimo tongue says: âThe language is not easily translatable, the brevity and force of a single sentence requiring to be rendered in many words of another tongue.â The same authority also informs us that angekoks âspeak in a metaphorical style sometimes, in order to exhibit their assumed superiority in learning and penetration.â It will not be expected, therefore, that our translation should convey more than a general idea of the combat.
Ujarakâs first act, after bounding into the ring and drumming, was to glare at his adversary. Okiok returned the glare with interest, and, being liberal, threw a sneer of contempt into the bargain. Ujarak then glared round at the audience, and began his song, which consisted merely of short periods, without rhyme or measure, but with a sort of rhythmic musical cadence. He commenced with the chorusââAmna ajah ajah hey!â which was vociferously repeated by his supporters among the audience.
What these words, meanâwhether they represent our âfal lal laâ or ârunity iddityââwe have not been able to ascertain, but they came in at irregular intervals, greatly to the satisfaction of the audience, thus:â
âAmna ajah ajah hey!
There was once a manâa man
(So it is said, but we are not sure),
A puffin perhaps he wasâor a stupid spirit
Made in the likeness of a man;
Amna ajah ajah hey!â
Here the wizard not only accompanied the chorus with the drum, but with a species of dance, which, being a clumsy man, he performed in an extremely elephantine manner. After a few moments he went on:â
âThis manâthis puffinâwas a liar:
A liar, because he was a teller of lies.
Did he not one time say that seals had come,
And that birds were in the air?
And when we went to look, no seals or birds were there.
Amna ajah ajah Hey!â
The extreme vigour with which the last word was uttered resulted from the wizard having tripped in his dance, and come down heavily on the ice, to the immense delight of his opponents and the children. But Ujarak rose, and quelling the laugh with a look of dignity, continued:â
âWorse than a liar was this foolish puffin.
He hunted badly. When he flung the spear
The seals would laugh before they went away.
Sometimes he missed, sometimes he tipped the nose,
Sometimes hit the wrong animal,
And sometimes touched the tail.
Amna ajah ajah hey!â
This verse was a hit, for Okiok was known to be but an indifferent marksman with the throwing-spear; yet such was his industry and his ability to approach very near to his prey, that he was the reverse of a bad hunter. But men in all lands are prone to shut their eyes to the good, and to open them very wide to the evil, that may be said of an adversary. Consequently at this point the chorus was given with great vigour by the wizard faction, and the wizard himself, having worked himself into a breathless condition by the mental effort and the furious dance, deemed it a fitting occasion to take his first rest.
The custom in those duels is for each combatant to devote a quarter of an hour or so to the attack, and then make way for his opponent, who at once steps forward and begins his counter-attack. After a short time he in like manner gives way, and his foe returns. Thus they proceed until one is exhausted or overwhelmed; and he who has the last word gains the victory, after which the dispute is held as settled, and they frequently become better friends than before.
There was something in the expression of Okiok as he stepped sedately into the ring which gladdened his friends and distressed his opponents. Unlike the wizard, he was well formed, and all his movements were comparatively elegant, so that in his case the conventional bit of dance at the end of periods was pleasant to the eye, while his peculiar advantage of rhyming power rendered his performance grateful to the ear. After a little drumming he began:â
âWhy must I step within this ring,
To jump and dance, and drum and sing?
You all know well that Okiok
Was never made an angekok.
Amna ajah ajah hey!â
âAmna ajah ajah hey!â yelled the hunterâs admirers, with enthusiasm.
âBut Ujarakâs the man of skill,
To kick or wrestle, sing or kill;
He bids me meet him here to-day.
Poor Okiok! he must obey.
My Torngak, come here, I say!
Thus loud I cried the other dayâ
âYou always come to Ujarak;
Thou come to me, my Torngak!â
But he was deaf, and would not hear,
Although I roared it in his ear.
At last he said, âNo, Okiok,
For you are not an angekok!â
Amna ajah ajah hey!â
Here the hunter, after a neat pirouette and tickling of the drum, changed his tone to a soft insinuating whine:
ââTis true Iâm not an angekok;
Iâm only hunter Okiok.
But Torngak, dear Torngak,
Donât go away. O do come back!
If youâll be mine, and stick to me
For evermore, Iâll stick to thee.
And every single thing I do
Iâll come and ask advice from you;
Consult you morning, noon, and night;
Consult you when I hunt or fight;
Consult you when I sing and roar;
Consult you when I sleep and snore;
Consult you more than Ujarakâ
My TorâTorâTorâTorâTorngak!â
A roar of laughter and a stupendous âAmna ajah ajah hey!â greeted this flight, while Okiok gravely touched his drum, and performed a few more of his graceful evolutions.
ââNo, no,â he said; âIâll never make
So gross and stupid a mistake.
One man there is who tried to do itâ
He thinks the spirits never knew itâ
He tried to make an angekok-stew
Out of a lad named Ippegoo!ââ
Here another yell of delight was followed by the chorus, and Okiok was about to resume, when a terrific rending sound seemed to paralyse every one. Well did they know that sound. It was the rending of the solid ice on which they stood. The advancing spring had so far weakened it that a huge cake had broken off from the land-ice, and was now detached. A shriek from some of the women drew attention to the fact that the disruption of the mass had so disturbed the equilibrium of the neighbouring berg that it was slowly toppling to its fall. A universal stampede instantly took place, for the danger of being crushed by its falling cliffs and pinnacles was very great. Everything but personal safety was forgotten in the panic that ensued. Red Rooney was almost swept off his legs in the rush. Women and children were overturned, but fortunately not hurt. A very few minutes sufficed to take them all clear of danger; but the succeeding crashes produced such an inconceivable roar that the terrified villagers ran on until close to the place where the ice had cracked off, and where a lane of water about three feet wide presented itself.
Over this went men, women, and children at a flying leapâall except poor little Pussi. That fat little thing would have been left behind had not the mere force of the rush carried her on in a half running, half rolling way. Being unable to manage the jump, she went in with a plunge, and disappeared.
A wild scream from the nearest female caused every one to stop and run back.
âPussi!â exclaimed Nunaga, pointing wildly to the water.
âWhereâwhere did she go in?â cried Rooney.
âShe must have gone under the ice!â gasped the poor girl.
As she spoke a bubble of air rose to the surface. Next moment the seaman cleft the cold black water and disappeared.
Then with a thrill of alarm the Eskimos observed that the great ice-cake which had broken off was being driven shoreward by the rising tide, and that the lane of water was rapidly closing.
But they were not kept long in suspense. Another moment, and Rooney appeared with little Pussi in his arms. They were instantly seized by Okiok and Angut, and dragged violently outânot much too soon, for only a few seconds after they were rescued the ice closed with a grinding crash, that served to increase the fervency of the âThank God!â with which the seaman hailed their deliverance.
The child was not quite insensible, though nearly so. Rooney seized her in his arms, and ran as fast as he could towards the village, whither the fleet-footed Ippegoo had already been sent to prepare skins and warm food for the reception of rescued and rescuer.
The event which had so suddenly interrupted the singing duel was a matter of secret satisfaction to Ujarak, for he felt that he was no match for Okiok, and although he had intended to fight the battle out to the best of his ability, he knew that his ultimate defeat was so probable that its abrupt termination before that event was a piece of great good-fortune.
Still, his position was unsatisfactory, for, in addition to the fact that his credit as a genuine angekok had been sadly shaken because of Ippegooâs failure, he was well aware that the combat which had been interrupted was only postponed. What was to be done in the circumstances became, therefore, the urgent question of the hour. In great perplexity he sought out his poor victim Ippegooâwith something of the feeling, no doubt, that induces a drowning man to clutch at a strawâand silently walked with him to a secluded spot near the neighbouring cliffs.
âIppegoo,â he said, turning round abruptly; âit is certain that you will never be an angekok.â
âI donât want to be one,â returned the simpleton quietly.
The wizard looked at him in surprise.
âWhat do you mean?â he asked sharply.
âI mean that if the torngak you were going to get for me is no better than your own, he is a fool, and I would rather not have him.â
This unexpected rebellion of the worm which he had so often twisted round his finger was too much for Ujarak in his then irascible condition. He flew into a violent rage, grasped the handle of his knife, and glared fiercely at his pupil.
Ippegoo returned the look with a quiet smile.
This was perplexing. There are few things more trying to passionate men than uncertainty as to how their bursts of anger will be received. As a rule such men are merely actors. No doubt their rage may be genuine, but the manner in which they will display their anger depends very much on who are their witnesses, and what their opponents. Rage which fumes at some trifling insult, and tears off the coat, resolved on fighting, when a timid wife seeks to soothe, is likely to assume a very different appearance and follow some other course of action when a prize-fighter pulls the nose, and invites it to âdo its worst.â
If Ippegoo had winced, or stood on the defensive, or stepped back, or shown the slightest sign of fear, it is probable that the strong and lawless man would have stabbed him to the heart in the first impulse of his anger, for the poor youth was well acquainted with all his secrets and most of his bad intentions. But the motionless figure and the smiling face not only surprisedâit alarmedâUjarak. It seemed so unnatural. What powers of sudden onslaught might not lie hidden within that calm exterior? what dynamitic capacities of swift explosion might not underlie that fearless expression?
âIppegoo,â he said, stifling his anger with a painful effort, âare you going to turn against your best friend?â
âMy mother is my best friend,â answered the youth stoutly.
âYou are right; I made a mistake.â
âWhy does your torngak let you make so many mistakes?â
Again a rush of anger prompted the wizard to sacrifice his quondam pupil, and once more the youthâs imperturbable coolness overawed him. Bad as he was, Ujarak could not kill a smiling victim.
âIppegoo,â said the wizard, suddenly changing his tone, and becoming intensely earnest, âI see what is the matter. Angut and the Kablunet have bewitched you. But now, I tell my torngak to enter into your heart, and unbewitch you.
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