"Yes," replied poor Eiseeyou, "Whitie is all right."
Oumauk sighed contentedly. "O I am so glad. Now we will go to the city and see the great doctor and he will make my eyes well, and the light will come back to the sun." He laughed gleefully, something that he had not done for a long time, and Eiseeyou was much relieved.
Toward night Oumauk and Eiseeyou said goodbye to the rest of the family, and two other Eskimo men rowed them out to the ship in one of the Eskimo boats.
As Eiseeyou climbed up the steps with little Oumauk in his arms and finally set his foot upon the firm deck, the boy cried out excitedly, and what he said made Eiseeyou go pale beneath his swarthy skin.
"Oh, oh," cried Oumauk, sniffing the air again and again, "I smell Whitie. I smell Whitie. Has he been on this ship?"
Eiseeyou knew that his race have a very keen sense of smell almost akin to that possessed by many Indians, but that Oumauk would have noted the musty smell of the great bear so soon amazed him.
