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London, Jack, 1876-1916

"The God of His Fathers: Tales of the Klondyke"


"'What's the row?' I asks. 'Who's getting married now?'
"'Chief George,' the shaman says, ducking his reverence to him.
"'Thought he had two _klooches_.'
"'Him takum more,--three,' with another duck.
"'Oh!' And I turned away as though it didn't interest me.
"But this wouldn't do, and everybody begins singing out, 'Killisnoo!
Killisnoo!'
"'Killisnoo what?' I asked.
"'Killisnoo, _klooch_, Chief George,' they blathered. 'Killisnoo,
_klooch_.'
"I jumped and looked at Chief George. He nodded his head and threw out
his chest.
"She'll be no _klooch_ of yours,' I says solemnly. 'No _klooch_ of
yours,' I repeats, while his face went black and his hand began dropping
to his hunting-knife.
"'Look!' I cries, striking an attitude. 'Big Medicine. You watch my
smoke.'
"I pulled off my mittens, rolled back my sleeves, and made half-a-dozen
passes in the air.
"'Killisnoo!' I shouts. 'Killisnoo! Killisnoo!'
"I was making medicine, and they began to scare. Every eye was on me; no
time to find out that Tilly wasn't there. Then I called Killisnoo three
times again, and waited; and three times more.


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