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, then spoke to Kit. He took out his glass and looked. "That's some sort of a boat," he said at length. "Brown sail! That's a Husky boat, I reckon,--an _oomiak_." I took the glass. The craft was heading southward; coming, it seemed, either for the islet we were on, or else the large island to the south-east. I could see black heads under the large irregular sail. "Coming down to the Labrador side," Kit remarked. "I've heard that they spend the summer on the north side of the straits; go up in the spring, and come back here to Labrador in the latter part of the season." "There are _kayaks_ with it," he said, with the glass to his eye,--"one on each side; and there are one or two, perhaps more, behind." In the course of an hour it had come down within three miles, bearing off toward the large island. "We had best get out of sight, I guess," Kit observed. "Don't care to attract them or frighten them." We went back a little behind the rocks; and Kit ran down to tell the rest of the party. They came back with them,--all but Weymouth, who was not very well, and had lain down for a nap. "That's a big _oomiak_!" exclaimed Raed, taking a long look at it. "One--two--three--five--seven _kayaks_." "How many do you make out in the big boat?" Kit asked. "Nineteen--twenty; and I don't know how many behind the sail," Raed replied. "Those are the women and children, I suppose," Wade said. "Wade's thinking of the Husky belles," Kit remarked with a wink to me; "of the one he gave the scarf to. Let's see: what was her name?" "_Ikewna_," I suggested. "I've noticed Wade has been a little _distrait_ for some time," Raed observed. "Possibly he sighs for the beauteous _Ikewna_!" Wade laughed. "Somebody else was a little sweet on a certain yellow-gloved damsel: rather stout she was, if I recollect aright. Mind who that was, Raed?" "Ah! you refer to _Pussay_," Raed replied. "Well, she was a trifle adipose. But that's a merit in this country, I should judge. Lean folks never could stand these winters." "And where now is the beautiful '_White Goose_,' I wonder!" Kit exclaimed. "And black-eyed _Caubvick_!" said I. "Answer, Echo!" "This crew may be a part of the same lot," Donovan suggested. "It isn't likely," said Raed. "We are now a hundred and fifty miles farther west than the Middle Savage Isles. It is hardly possible. But I dare say they are as much like them as peas in a pod." The _oomiak_ pas
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