"Caubvick," she replied.
Just then Wade passed us; and, lo! he had a white-gloved damsel on his arm, promenading along the deck as big as life.
"Ikewna," he replied over his shoulder.
How he had found out he would never tell us; perhaps in the same manner we had done.
"I declare, Wade's outdoing us!" exclaimed Kit. "But we can promenade too."
I then pointed to Wade and Ikewna, and then to We-we and myself, offering my arm.
"Abb," she said; and we started off.
Kit and Caubvick followed. After all, walking with an Esquimau belle is not so very different from walking with a Yankee girl: only I fancy it must have looked a little odd; for, as I have already stated, they wore long-legged boots with very broad tops coming above the knee, silver-furred seal-skin breeches, and a jacket of white hare-skin (the polar hare) edged with the down of the eider-duck. These jackets had at least one very peculiar feature: that was nothing less than a tail about four inches broad, and reaching within a foot of the ground. I have no doubt they were in style: still they did look a little singular, to say the least.
Meanwhile the others were not idle spectators, judging from the loud talking, yeh-yeh-ing, and unintelligible lingo, that resounded all about. We saw Raed paying the most polite attentions to a very chubby, fat girl with a black fur jacket and yellow gloves.