Harold Lamb

“ The whole of the earth was blanketed in white and only the dense clump of firs showed the spot where four human beings slept, two feet beneath the surface of the snow.
The reindeer were the first to sense the passing of the storm, and staggered up, tossing their heads and going off at once to paw at the drifts with their cleft hoofs in search of the moss that was their winter food. The movement aroused Kyrger, who bobbed up and shook himself like a dog. Picking up a fallen branch, he went to where Joan and Thorne were buried, feeling around with his feet until he found the spot. ”

“ To Thorne's surprize Joan smiled, although her lips were bloodless. She had not stirred or spoken during the charge of the great beast.
“He is saying,” she laughed, “that the spirit of the bear must not be angered at us. He is telling the spirit that we did not slay it, nay, a wicked Ostiak sped the bolt. And when the bear's spirit seeks blood revenge in another body it must follow the tribe of Ostiaks.”
“What are they?”
“My father said they dwell more to the east. They are cruel people, who slay strangers. They are the dog-sled people, more warlike than the reindeer-sled Samoyeds.” ”

“ I do give you thanks for your entertainment, good Peter.”
The boatswain drew back as if satisfied and motioned Thorne to one side.
“Does 'ee love the lass, Master Ralph?”
“Why not? Certainly, she is a fair companion and a brave soul.”
“Ah.” Peter nodded sagely. “Y'are a dullard with words, but still, with an observant eye. In a manner o' speaking, ye keep a sharp lookout, Master Ralph. But not so sharp as Peter Palmer,” and he made mysterious motions with brows and lips. “I have good tidings for ye, younker. The maid is an honest maid, and no sea troll.” ”