’O White Man, whom we have named Moose-Killer, also known as the Wolf, and the Son of the Wolf!  We know thou comest of a mighty race; we are proud to have thee our potlach-guest; but the king-salmon does not mate with the dogsalmon, nor the Raven with the Wolf.’  ‘Not so!’ cried Mackenzie.  ’The daughters of the Raven have I met in the camps of the Wolf,—­the squaw of Mortimer, the squaw of Tregidgo, the squaw of Barnaby, who came two ice-runs back, and I have heard of other squaws, though my eyes beheld them not.’  ’Son, your words are true; but it were evil mating, like the water with the sand, like the snow-flake with the sun.  But met you one Mason and his squaw’ No?

He came ten ice-runs ago,—­the first of all the Wolves.  And with him there was a mighty man, straight as a willow-shoot, and tall; strong as the bald-faced grizzly, with a heart like the full summer moon; his-’ ‘Oh!’ interrupted Mackenzie, recognizing the well-known Northland figure, ‘Malemute Kid!’ ’The same,—­a mighty man.  But saw you aught of the squaw?  She was full sister to Zarinska.’  ’Nay, Chief; but I have heard.  Mason—­far, far to the north, a spruce-tree, heavy with years, crushed out his life beneath.  But his love was great, and he had much gold.  With this, and her boy, she journeyed countless sleeps toward the winter’s noonday sun, and there she yet lives,—­no biting frost, no snow, no summer’s midnight sun, no winter’s noonday night.’

A second messenger interrupted with imperative summons from the council.

As Mackenzie threw him into the snow, he caught a glimpse of the swaying forms before the council-fire, heard the deep basses of the men in rhythmic chant, and knew the Shaman was fanning the anger of his people.  Time pressed.  He turned upon the chief.

’Come!  I wish thy child.  And now, see!  Here are tobacco, tea, many cups of sugar, warm blankets, handkerchiefs, both good and large; and here, a true rifle, with many bullets and much powder.’  ‘Nay,’ replied the old man, struggling against the great wealth spread before him.  ’Even now are my people come together.  They will not have this marriage.’

‘But thou art chief.’  ’Yet do my young men rage because the Wolves have taken their maidens so that they may not marry.’  ’Listen, O Thling-Tinneh!  Ere the night has passed into the day, the Wolf shall face his dogs to the Mountains of the East and fare forth to the Country of the Yukon.  And Zarinska shall break trail for his dogs.’  ’And ere the night has gained its middle, my young men may fling to the dogs the flesh of the Wolf, and his bones be scattered in the snow till the springtime lay them bare.’  It was threat and counter-threat.  Mackenzie’s bronzed face flushed darkly.  He raised his voice.  The old squaw, who till now had sat an impassive spectator, made to creep by him for the door.

The song of the men broke suddenly and there was a hubbub of many voices as he whirled the old woman roughly to her couch of skins.