a new scene—the esquimau—deer-slaying—enemies in the bush.
turn we now to another, a more distant, and a wilder scene. near the bleak shores of hudson’s straits there flows a river which forms an outlet to the superfluous waters of the almost unknown territory lying between the uninhabited parts of labrador and that tract of desert land which borders hudson’s bay on the east, and is known to the fur-traders by the appellation of east main. this river is called the caniapuscaw, and discharges itself into ungava bay.
the scene to which we would turn the reader’s attention is upwards of twenty miles from the mouth of this river, at a particular bend, where the stream spreads itself out into a sheet of water almost worthy of being called a lake, and just below which two bold cliffs shut out the seaward view, and cause an abrupt narrowing of the river. the scene is peculiar, and surpassingly grand. on each side of the stream majestic mountains raise their bald and rugged peaks almost into the clouds. little herbage grows on the more exposed places, and nothing, save here and there a stunted and weather-worn pine, breaks the sharp outline of the cliffs. but in the gorges and dark ravines—for there are no valleys—clumps of small-sized spruce—fir and larch trees throw a softness over some of the details of a spot whose general aspect is one of sterility. the mountains rise in a succession of irregular steps or terraces, whose faces are so precipitous that they cannot be ascended. to accomplish the feat of scaling the mountain-tops it would be necessary to clamber up a ravine until the first terrace should be gained, then, walking along that, ascend the next ravine, and so on. at the upper end of the lake (as we shall hereafter call this wide part of the river) lies a low island, fringed with a scanty growth of willows; and not far from this, on the eastern bank of the river, lies a small patch of level sand. this spot is somewhat peculiar, inasmuch as it is backed by a low platform of rock, whose surface is smooth as a table. at the foot of this rock bubbles a little spring, which, meandering through a tangled spot of stunted shrubbery ere it mingles with the sand, gives unusual green-ness and vitality to the surrounding herbage. on the edge of this rocky platform sat the figure of a man.
it was evening. the declining sun shot its last few rays over the brow of the opposite mountains, and bathed him in mellow light, as he sat apparently contemplating the scene before him. the man’s costume bespoke him a native of the savage region in the midst of which he seemed the only human being. but although an esquimau, he exhibited several physical peculiarities not commonly supposed to belong to that people. to an altitude of six feet three he added a breadth of shoulder and expansion of chest seldom equalled among men of more highly-favoured climes; and his real bulk being very greatly increased by his costume, he appeared to be a very giant—no unfitting tenant of such giant scenery. the said costume consisted of an extremely loose coat or shirt of deerskin, having the hair outside, and a capacious hood, which usually hung down behind, but covered his head at this time, in order to protect it from a sharp north-west breeze that whirled among the gullies of the mountains, and surging down their sides, darkened the surface of the water. a pair of long sealskin boots encased his limbs from foot to thigh; and a little wallet or bag of sealskin, with the hair outside, hung from his shoulders. simple although this costume was, it had a bulky rotundity of appearance that harmonised well with the giant’s frank, good-humoured countenance, which was manly, firm, and massive, besides being rosy, oily, and fat. in the latter peculiarity he partook of the well-known characteristic of his tribe; but the effeminacy in appearance that is produced by a round, fat face was done away in the case of our giant by a remarkably black though as yet downy moustache and beard, of a length suitable to twenty-three winters. his hair was long, straight, and black, besides being uncommonly glossy—an effect attributable to the prevalence of whale-oil in these regions. on the forehead the locks were cut short, so as to afford free scope to his black eyes and sturdy-looking nose. by his side lay a long hunting spear, and a double-bladed paddle, fully fifteen feet long; which latter belonged to a kayak, or esquimau canoe, that lay on the sand close to the water’s edge. sitting there, motionless as the rocks around him, the giant looked like a colossal statue of an esquimau. he was no figure of stone, however, but a veritable human being, as was proved by his starting suddenly from his reverie and hastening towards the spring before mentioned, at which he stooped and drank rapidly, like one who had to make up for lost time.
after a few hurried gulps, the man strode towards his canoe; but as he went his restless eye became fixed on the branching antlers of a deer, that were tossed in the air on the summit of a neighbouring cliff. like one who is suddenly paralysed, the esquimau stood transfixed in the attitude in which he had been arrested. he did not even seem to breathe, as the antlers moved to and fro, clearly defined against the blue sky. at length they disappeared, and the animal to which they belonged slowly descended a ravine towards the river. then, as if set free from a spell, the man glided into his kayak, and swept rapidly but noiselessly behind a projecting point of rock, where he waited patiently till the deer took to the water. he had not long to wait, however, for in a few minutes afterwards the deer, followed by several companions, walked out upon the patch of sand, snuffed the air once or twice, and entered the stream with the intention of crossing.
but there was an enemy near whom they little dreamed of—not an enemy who would dash excitedly into the midst of them, or awaken the thunders of the place with his noisy gun, but a foe who could patiently bide his time, and take cool and quiet advantage of it when it came. when the deer had proceeded about a hundred yards into the river, the esquimau dipped his paddle twice, and the narrow, sharp-pointed canoe, which, at a short distance, seemed little more than a floating plank, darted through the water and ranged alongside of the startled animals. the fattest of the herd was separated from its fellows and driven towards the shore from which it had started, while the others struggled across the river. once or twice the separated deer endeavoured to turn to rejoin its comrades—an attempt which was frustrated by the esquimau, who could paddle infinitely faster over the water in his skin canoe than the deer could swim. as they neared the shore, the giant cast on it one or two glances, and having made up his mind as to the most convenient spot for landing, he urged the point of his canoe between the antlers of the deer, and steered it in this manner to the sand-bank. the deer, thus directed, had no resource but to land where its persecutor chose; but no sooner did its foot touch ground, than it sprang convulsively forward in the vain hope to escape. the same instant its captor’s canoe shot beside it. grasping the long lance before mentioned in his hand, he placed its glittering point on the deer’s side, tickled it slowly to ascertain that it was between two ribs, and, with a quick thrust, stabbed it to the heart. a convulsive shudder, as the deer’s head sank in the stream, proved that, though cold-blooded in appearance, the action was more effective and less cruel than many other more approved methods of killing game.
our esquimau thought neither of the method of slaying his deer nor of man’s opinion regarding it. his sole object was to procure supper, having tasted nothing since early morning; and the manner in which he ate showed at once the strength of his appetite and his total indifference to cookery, for he ate it raw. there was a certain appearance of haste in all his actions which, however, seemed unaccountable, considering the peaceful nature of the vast solitudes around him. scarcely had he cut off and devoured a portion of the deer than he hastened again to his canoe, and darted like an arrow from the shore. this is no exaggerated simile. the long, thin, sharp esquimau kayak is highly suggestive of an arrow in its form, and much more so in its extraordinary speed. it consists of an extremely light framework of wood covered with sealskin parchment, which is stretched upon it all over as tight as a drum. the top of the canoe being covered as well as the bottom, it is thus, as it were, decked; and a small hole in the middle of this deck admits its occupant. the kayak can only hold one person. the paddle, as already said, is a long pole with a blade at each end. it is dipped alternately on each side, and is used not only to propel the kayak, but to prevent it from upsetting. indeed, so liable is it to upset that nothing but the wonderful adroitness of its occupant prevents it from doing so with every swing of his body.
quick, however, though the kayak sped over the rippling wave, it could not have escaped the messenger of death that seemed about to be dispatched after it by a dark-skinned, red-painted indian, who, at the moment the vessel left the shore, leapt from behind a rocky point, and, levelling a long gun, took a steady aim at the unconscious esquimau. a little puff of powder answered to the click of the lock, as the gun missed fire. with an exclamation of anger the savage seized his powder-horn to reprime, when a rude grasp was laid on his shoulder, and another indian, who, from the eagle feather in his hair, and his general bearing, appeared to be a chief, exclaimed—
“fool! you have the impatience of a woman, and you have not yet shown that you have the heart of a man. would the scalp of yon eater-of-raw-flesh pay us for coming so far from our hunting-grounds? if your gun had spoken among these mountains, we would have found the empty wigwams of his people, instead of fringing our belts with their scalps.”
with a frown of anger the chief turned on his heel and retraced his steps into the ravine from which he had emerged, followed by his abashed and silent companion.
meanwhile the esquimau, ignorant of the fate from which he had just escaped, continued to ply his paddle with right good will. the little craft, obedient to the powerful impulse, combined as it was with the current of the ebb-tide, flew rather than floated toward the narrows, through which it passed, and opened up a view of the ice-encumbered waters of ungava bay. directing his course along the western shores of the river, the esquimau speedily reached the coast at a point where several low, rough-built summer huts clustered near the shore. here he ran his kayak into a little creek, and, having lifted it beyond tide mark, betook himself to his dwelling.
