Let him go out no more . '' THE SONG OF THE LITTLE HUNTER Ere Mor the Peacock flutters , ere the Monkey People cry , Ere Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer , Through the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh -- He is Fear , O Little Hunter , he is Fear ! Very softly down the glade runs a waiting , watching shade , And the whisper spreads and widens far and near ; And the sweat is on thy brow , for he passes even now -- He is Fear , O Little Hunter , he is Fear ! Ere the moon has climbed the mountain , ere the rocks are ribbed with light , When the downward-dipping trails are dank and drear , Comes a breathing hard behind thee -- snuffle-snuffle through the night -- It is Fear , O Little Hunter , it is Fear ! On thy knees and draw the bow ; bid the shrilling arrow go ; In the empty , mocking thicket plunge the spear ; But thy hands are loosed and weak , and the blood has left thy cheek -- It is Fear , O Little Hunter , it is Fear ! When the heat-cloud sucks the tempest , when the slivered pine-trees fall , When the blinding , blaring rain-squalls lash and veer ; Through the war-gongs of the thunder rings a voice more loud than all -- It is Fear , O Little Hunter , it is Fear ! Now the spates are banked and deep ; now the footless boulders leap -- Now the lightning shows each littlest leaf-rib clear -- But thy throat is shut and dried , and thy heart against thy side Hammers : Fear , O Little Hunter -- this is Fear ! QUIQUERN The People of the Eastern Ice , they are melting like the snow -- They beg for coffee and sugar ; they go where the white men go . The People of the Western Ice , they learn to steal and fight ; `` They sell their furs to the trading-post : they sell their souls to the white . The People of the Southern Ice , they trade with the whaler 's crew ; Their women have many ribbons , but their tents are torn and few . But the People of the Elder Ice , beyond the white man 's ken -- Their spears are made of the narwhal-horn , and they are the last of the Men ! Translation . `` He has opened his eyes . Look ! '' `` Put him in the skin again . He will be a strong dog . On the fourth month we will name him . '' `` For whom ? '' said Amoraq . Kadlu 's eye rolled round the skin-lined snow-house till it fell on fourteen-year-old Kotuko sitting on the sleeping-bench , making a button out of walrus ivory .
`` Name him for me , '' said XXXXX , with a grin .
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