"Well, I had one last night, and since then--somehow--I can't keep from worrying about the people back at the Post, and especially about Minnetaki.

It's all--what do you call it--bosh?
Listen! Wasn't that Mukoki's whistle ?" As he paused Mukoki came running around the end of the rock.
"See fun!" he cried softly.

"Quick--see heem quick!" He turned and darted toward the precipitous edge of the ridge, closely followed by the two boys.
"Cari-boo-oo!" he whispered excitedly as they came up beside him.
"Cari-boo-oo--making big play!" He pointed down into the snowy wilderness.

Three-quarters of a mile away, though to Rod apparently not more than a third of that distance from where they stood, half a dozen animals were disporting themselves in a singular fashion in a meadow-like opening between the mountain and a range of forest.

It was Rod's first real glimpse of that wonderful animal of the North of which he had read so much, the caribou--commonly known beyond the Sixtieth Degree as the reindeer; and at this moment those below him were indulging in the queer play known in the Hudson Bay regions as the "caribou dance." "What's the matter with them ?" he asked, his voice quivering with excitement.