Roy Norton, The Shaman — Chapter 1 (1922)
“ Alarmed, I rushed to the sled and seized a rifle, prepared to fight to the last. Suddenly a shrill whistle shrieked through the still air, and the pack was checked. Doors opened and figures appeared upon the great white snows. As if amazed by such an unprecedented sight as that of travelers, these figures were slow to move. Then, as if recovering from a spell, they rushed toward us, men, women, and children, clad in skins, or voluminous denims, and shouting guttural expostulations to their dogs. They closed down upon us where in a little black group on the snow we waited. ”
