Ootah and struck without skill, carried away by chagrin and rage. Ere
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,
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