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Tateraq suddenly let his arm descend--his harpoon point struck home.
He shouted with joy--for he, too, sought Annadoah. Roaring with rage
the lanced sea-horse dived into the deep. The foaming water became red
with blood, and a few snorting, bellowing heads appeared. All about
glared enraged, fiery eyes. The animals plunged and tossed furiously
in the water--the savor of blood maddened them. They began a series of
attacks upon the kayaks.
Alive to their danger the men kept an alert watch. As they saw a
seething streak described on the surface of the water, as an animal
raged toward them, they would skillfully shift their positions. The
animal would rush snortingly by.
With dexterous movements of the paddle, Ootah playfully moved his kayak
among the herd, in one hand his harpoon ready to strike. A feverish
desire to make the greatest kill possessed him. Each time a hunter
made an attack he felt a pang of anxiety. Tense rivalry spurred the
young hunters.
In the midst of the battle Arnaluk struck a beast. Ootah summoned all
his skill, and dashed in succession after a number of appearing
heads--he forgot his danger. Before the others realized it, he had
killed two. Maisanguaq's harpoon went wild. He jealously watched
Ootah and struck without skill, carried away by chagrin and rage. Er�
made valiant attacks for he, too, thought of Annadoah, but the walrus
invariably went skimming from under his blows. Papik's harpoon glanced
the backs of half a dozen. Finally it landed. He shouted with glee.
The inflated floats attached to the harpoon lines bobbed crazily on the
surface of the ensanguined waters as the animals tossed in their death
struggles below.
Two white tusks appeared near Ootah's kayak. His arm cut the air--his
harpoon sped into the water--an enraged bellow followed. He withdrew
the handle, free of its line and the attached metal point--the point,
with the sinew, descended into the water. It had struck home.
Suddenly a cry went up. One of the natives waved his arms frantically.
A great monster had risen by his kayak and fastened one of its tusks in
the skin covering the boat from gunwale to gunwale. To strike it with
the harpoon meant that it would plunge and capsize the frail craft.
Crazy with excitement, the native began hissing and spitting in the
beast's face.
"Lift his head!" cried Ootah, paddling near. "Lift--_tugaq_!--lift his
tusk!"
"Lift his head!" echoed the others.
"_Aureti_! _Aureti_! Behave! Behave!" the panic stricken man
ludicrously shrieked at the animal.
Ootah paddled his kayak to the side of his companion's and, leaning
forward, with a quick movement, threw a lasso over the animal's nose
and under one tusk. With a terrific jerk of the body, he gave a
backward pull--the walrus rose on the water, the kayak was freed of the
tusk and slipped away. With a roar the animal sank into the sea. A
number now rose angrily about Ootah's kayak. They were bent upon a
combined assault.
Ootah warded off the attacking bulls on all sides with his harpoon.
The air trembled with infuriated calls, the animals were insane with
brute rage. The other natives, alarmed, paddled to a safe distance and
watched the unequal conflict. While Ootah manipulated his harpoons,
Maisanguaq, in the shelter of the floe, watched him with eager eyes.
He saw Ootah, with almost superhuman dexterity, striking constantly.
Repeatedly he had to renew the metal points on his weapon-handle. One
by one the animals gave up the attack and dispersed, until only an
obdurate bull remained. The battle between man and beast continued,
finally Ootah let the harpoon fly with full strength. It struck the
animal near the heart. Ootah uncoiled the free line attached to the
harpoon point quickly--and the walrus, weighing probably three thousand
pounds, plunged with the impetus of a bulk of iron into the sea. Then
a strange thing happened.
The pan-shaped drag, attached to the extreme end of the long line
securing the harpoon which Ootah had driven into the animal, became
entangled in the lashings on the forepart of Ootah's kayak. Leaning
forward, Ootah tried to disentangle it. He feared that the beast, in
its struggle, might drag all his weapons and paraphernalia into the
sea. He felt it tugging at the line while he unknotted the tangle.
While he was doing this Maisanguaq saw the beast rise to the surface of
the water not far from Ootah and describe a quick circle about his
kayak. Before he realized it, the leather line had wrapped itself
about his chest and under his arms. It took but a minute for the
animal to circle the boat--then it plunged. Maisanguaq saw Ootah
struggle to release himself; then he saw the kayak tilt as the hunter
was drawn, by the mighty impetus of the plunging sea-horse, into the
water. He heard Ootah's cry--saw the blood red waters seethe as they
closed over him. In a brief interval the kayak righted itself--it was
empty.
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