Harold Lamb

Harold Lamb

Summary

Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Gate in the Sky (1922)

Now that he was leaving the Syansk behind his mood was pleasant. Not that he had been alarmed by the Mongol's remark that Maak was perhaps making magic, sitting on one of the peaks of his hills, talking to his tengeri, spirits. But Petrovan had feared that even in the snowstorm the reindeer-keeper might find his herd and cut it out.
"He is like the reindeer after all," Petrovan thought. "He is a khada-ulan-obokhod, an old man of the mountain. Where he is driven, he will go."
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Gate in the Sky (1922)

He wanted to cross the water before making camp.
"He is afraid that that dog of a Maak will make magic back yonder on the mountains," leered Orani.
The half-breed swore at the Mongol, and they made camp where they were. Orani rather wished Maak had shown up again. He wanted a shot at the Buriat—Petrovan had made a mess of the shooting.
While Petrovan snored through the night the half-breed sat with his back to a broad tree, watching, by the intermittent flickering in the sky, lest a thin, black figure try to approach the herd over the snow.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Gate in the Sky (1922)

No one came. The herd edged about restlessly, seeking moss under the snow. Their flanks were beginning to fall lean. They had been driven hard. All their instincts led them to follow blindly after the one who happened to be the leader.
"Well, they will carry their skins a good way for us yet," remarked Petrovan the next morning as the men were preparing to mount. "We can get a good price for the skins."
"We might have had the white buck," grumbled Orani, "if you had attended to the old man of the mountain that night in his yurt."
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