“Is Ujarak a friend?” asked the sailor.
“He is an angekok,” said the Eskimo evasively—“a great angekok, but not so great as Angut.”
Another moment, and a man was seen to creep into the tunnel. Standing up when inside, he proved to be a tall, powerful Eskimo, with a not unhandsome but stern countenance, which was somewhat marred by a deep scar over the left eye.
Chapter Four.
Okiok becomes Simple but Deep, and the Wizard tries to make Capital out of Events.
Of course Ujarak, wise man though he was esteemed to be, could not help being struck dumb by the unexpected sight of the gaunt foreigner. Indeed, having so long held supposed intercourse with familiar spirits, it is not improbable that he imagined that one of them had at last come, without waiting for a summons, to punish him because of his deceptive practices, for he turned pale—or rather faintly green—and breathed hard.
Perceiving his state, it suddenly occurred to the sailor to say—“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” He inadvertently said it in English, however, so that Ujarak was none the wiser.
“Who is he?” demanded the angekok—perhaps it were more correct to call him wizard.