“I know not.”
“Was he always black?”
“The Kablunets say he was—from so big.”
Chingatok measured off the half of his left hand by way of explaining how big.
“Is he black under the clothes?”
“Yes; black all over.”
Again the couple paused.
“It is strange,” said the old man, shaking his head. “Perhaps he was made black because his father was wicked.”
“Not so,” returned the young giant. “I have heard him say his father was a very good man.”
“Strange,” repeated the chief, with a solemn look, “he is very ugly—worse than a walrus. Tell me, my son, where do the Kablunets live? Do they hunt the walrus or the seal?”