“Yes, that was why, and I am very weary,” said She Wolf. “Take him in your hands, for he is yours also.”
Then No Man forgot his anger, and his breast swelled with pride, and for once he was grateful to She Wolf.
“I was not so long about it as Strong Hand,” he said, and there was a kind of strut in his voice, “and furthermore it is a man-child while his is but a girl.”
Then he took the child and held it clumsily. It was very little and covered with soft down, for all the world like a tiny monkey, and it clung to No Man’s fingers with its little hands.
“He has not cried out once,” said She Wolf. “He came to me in the morning as the sun rose, but I dared not come back without the moose-meat, and therefore all the day we have hunted together, I and the man.” Her bosom swelled with pride. “Already he has hunted the moose,” she cried, “and because he came with the sun, we will call him Sunrise, and he will be a mighty hunter. Give him back to me—give him to me.”
CHAPTER X
THE DEATH OF NO MAN
No Man was out bright and early the next morning visiting this cave and that to boast of his good fortune.
He strutted and made such a fuss generally that Old Moon Face said one might think No Man’s was the first man-child of whom there was any record.