and thou makest thy people afraid.  This is not good.  For behold, when I was a boy, even as Kitz-noo there, there was no white man in all the land.  But they came, one by one, these white men, till now they are many.  And they are a restless breed, never content to rest by the fire with a full belly and let the morrow bring its own meat.  A curse was laid upon them, it would seem, and they must work it out in toil and hardship.”

Keesh was startled.  A recollection of a hazy story told by Mr. Brown of one Adam, of old time, came to him, and it seemed that Mr. Brown had spoken true.

“So they lay hands upon all they behold, these white men, and they go everywhere and behold all things.  And ever do more follow in their steps, so that if nothing be done they will come to possess all the land and there will be no room for the tribes of the Raven.  Wherefore it is meet that we fight with them till none are left.  Then will we hold the passes and the land, and perhaps our children and our children’s children shall flourish and grow fat.  There is a great struggle to come, when Wolf and Raven shall grapple; but Keesh will not fight, nor will he let his people fight.  So it is not well that he should take to him my daughter.  Thus have I spoken, I, Gnob, chief of the Tana-naw.”

“But the white men are good and great,” Keesh made answer.  “The white men have taught us many things.  The white men have given us blankets and knives and guns, such as we have never made and never could make.  I remember in what manner we lived before they came.  I was unborn then, but I have it from my father.  When we went on the hunt we must creep so close to the moose that a spear-cast would cover the distance.  To-day we use the white man’s rifle, and farther away than can a child’s cry be heard.  We ate fish and meat and berries—­there was nothing else to eat—­and we ate without salt.  How many be there among you who care to go back to the fish and meat without salt?”

It would have sunk home, had not Madwan leaped to his feet ere silence could come.  “And first a question to thee, Keesh.  The white man up at the Big House tells you that it is wrong to kill.  Yet do we not know that the white men kill?  Have we forgotten the great fight on the Koyokuk? or the great fight at Nuklukyeto, where three white men killed twenty of the Tozikakats?  Do you think we no longer remember the three men of the Tana-naw that the white man Macklewrath killed?  Tell me, O Keesh, why does the Shaman Brown teach you that it is wrong to fight, when all his brothers fight?”

“Nay, nay, there is no need to answer,” Gnob piped, while Keesh struggled with the paradox.  “It is very simple.  The Good Man Brown would hold the Raven tight whilst his brothers pluck the feathers.”  He raised his voice.  “But so long as there is one Tana-naw to strike a blow, or one maiden to bear a man-child, the Raven shall not be plucked!”

Gnob turned to a husky young man across the fire.  “And what sayest thou, Makamuk, who art brother to Su-Su?”