"But wherever we fled, and however far we fled, always did we find
the hated Russian folk. Kinoos was unafraid, but the sight of them
was a hurt to his eyes; so we fled on and on, through the seas and
years, till we came to the Great Fog Sea, Negore, of which thou
hast heard, but which thou hast never seen. We lived among many
peoples, and I grew to be a woman; but Kinoos, growing old, took to
him no other woman, nor did I take a man.
"At last we came to Pastolik, which is where the Yukon drowns
itself in the Great Fog Sea. Here we lived long, on the rim of the
sea, among a people by whom the Russians were well hated. But
sometimes they came, these Russians, in great ships, and made the
people of Pastolik show them the way through the islands
uncountable of the many-mouthed Yukon. And sometimes the men they
took to show them the way never came back, till the people became
angry and planned a great plan.
"So, when there came a ship, Old Kinoos stepped forward and said he
would show the way. He was an old man then, and his hair was
white; but he was unafraid.
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