valley; the snow spread away, level as the great harvest plains, and here and there about
us mighty mountains shoved their white heads among the stars. And midway on that
strange plain which should have been a valley, the earth and the snow fell away, straight
down toward the heart of the world. Had we not been sailormen our heads would have
swung round with the sight; but we stood on the dizzy edge that we might see a way to get
down. And on one side, and one side only, the wall had fallen away till it was like the
slope
of the decks in a topsail breeze. I do not know why this thing should be so, but it was so. ‘It
is the mouth of hell,’ he said; ‘let us go down.’ And we went down.
“And on the bottom there was a cabin, built by some man, of logs which he had cast down
from above. It was a very old cabin; for men had died there alone at different times, and on
pieces of birch bark which were there we read their last words and their curses. One had
died of scurvy; another’s partner had robbed him of his last grub and powder and stolen
away; a third had been mauled by a bald-face grizzly; a fourth had hunted for game and
starved,–and so it went, and they had been loath to leave the gold, and had died by the side
of it in one way or another. And the worthless gold they had gathered yellowed the floor of
the cabin like in a dream.
“But his soul was steady, and his head clear, this man I had led thus far. ‘We have nothing
to eat,’ he said, ‘and we will only look upon this gold, and see whence it comes and how
much there be. Then we will go away quick, before it gets into our eyes and steals away
our
judgment. And in this way we may return in the end, with more grub, and possess it all.’
So
we looked upon the great vein, which cut the wall of the pit as a true vein should; and we
measured it, and traced it from above and below, and drove the stakes of the claims and
blazed the trees in token of our rights. Then, our knees shaking with lack of food, and a
sickness in our bellies, and our hearts chugging close to our mouths, we climbed the
mighty
wall for the last time and turned our faces to the back trip.
“The last stretch we dragged Unga between us, and we fell often, but in the end we made
the cache. And lo, there was no grub. It was well done, for he thought it the wolverines,
and
damned them and his gods in the one breath. But Unga was brave, and smiled, and put her
hand in his, till I turned away that I might hold myself. ‘We will rest by the fire,’ she said,
’till morning, and we will gather strength from our moccasins.’ So we cut the tops of our
moccasins in strips, and boiled them half of the night, that we might chew them and
swallow
them. And in the morning we talked of our chance. The next cache was five days’ journey;
we could not make it. We must find game.
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“‘We will go forth and hunt,’ he said.
“‘Yes,’ said I, ‘we will go forth and hunt.’
“And he ruled that Unga stay by the fire and save her strength. And we went forth, he in
quest of the moose, and I to the cache I had changed. But I ate little, so they might not see
in me much strength. And in the night he fell many times as he drew into camp. And I too
made to suffer great weakness, stumbling over my snowshoes as though each step might
be
my last. And we gathered strength from our moccasins.
“He was a great man. His soul lifted his body to the last; nor did he cry aloud, save for the
sake of Unga. On the second day followed him, that I might not miss the end. And he lay
down to rest often. That night he was near gone; but in the morning he swore weakly and
went forth again. He was like a drunken man, and I looked many times for him to give up;
but his was the strength of the strong, and his soul the soul of a giant, for he lifted his body
through all the weary day. And he shot two ptarmigan, but would not eat them. He needed
no fire; they meant life; but his thought was for Unga, and he turned toward camp. He no
longer walked, but crawled on hand and knee through the snow. I came to him, and read
death in his eyes. Even then it was not too late to eat of the ptarmigan. He cast away his
rifle, and carried the birds in his mouth like a dog. I walked by his side, upright. And he
looked at me during the moments he rested, and wondered that I was so strong. I could see
it, though he no longer spoke; and when his lips moved, they moved without sound. As I
say, he was a great man, and my heart spoke for softness; but I read back in my life, and
remembered the cold and hunger of the endless forest by the Russian Seas. Besides, Unga
was mine, and I had paid for her an untold price of skin and boat and bead.
“And in this manner we came through the white forest, with the silence heavy upon us like
a damp sea mist. And the ghosts of the past were in the air and all about us; and I saw the
yellow beach of Akatan, and the kayaks racing home from the fishing, and the houses on
the rim of the forest. And the men who had made themselves chiefs were there, the
lawgivers whose blood I bore, and whose blood I had wedded in Unga. Ay, and Yash-
Noosh
walked with me, the wet sand in his hair, and his war spear, broken as he fell upon it, still
in
his hand. And I knew the time was met, and saw in the eyes of Unga the promise.
“As I say, we came thus through the forest, till the smell of the camp smoke was in our
nostrils. And I bent above him, and tore the ptarmigan from his teeth. He turned on his side
and rested, the wonder mounting in his eyes, and the hand which was under slipping slow
toward the knife at his hip. But I took it from him, smiling close in his face. Even then he
did not understand. So I made to drink from black bottles, and to build high upon the snow
a
pile of goods, and to live again the things which happened on the night of my marriage. I
spoke no word, but he understood. Yet was he unafraid. There was a sneer to his lips, and
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cold anger, and he gathered new strength with the knowledge. It was not far, but the snow
was deep, and he dragged himself very slow. Once, he lay so long, I turned him over and
gazed into his eyes. And sometimes he looked forth, and sometimes death. And when I
loosed him he struggled on again. In this way we came to the fire. Unga was at his side on
the instant. His lips moved, without sound; then he pointed at me, that Unga might
understand. And after that he lay in the snow, very still, for a long while. Even now is he
there in the snow.
“I said no word till I had cooked the ptarmigan. Then I spoke to her, in her own tongue,
which she had not heard in many years. She straightened herself, so, and her eyes were
wonder-wide, and she asked who I was, and where I had learned that speech.
“‘I am Naass,’ I said.
“‘You?’ she said. ‘You?’ And she crept close that she might look upon me.
“‘Yes,’ I answered; ‘I am Naass, head man of Akatan, the last of the blood, as you are the
last of the blood.’
“And she laughed. By all the things I have seen and the deeds I have done, may I never
hear such a laugh again. It put the chill to my soul, sitting there in the White Silence, alone
with death and this woman who laughed.
“‘Come!’ I said, for I thought she wandered. ‘Eat of the food and let us be gone. It is a far
fetch from here to Akatan.’
“But she shoved her face in his yellow mane, and laughed till it seemed the heavens must
fall about our ears. I had thought she would be overjoyed at the sight of me, and eager to