# So the sea is to the land; all the river

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**Created:** [December 7, 2009, 7:57am UTC](http://discourse.egroupware.org/t/so-the-sea-is-to-the-land-all-the-river/36048 "2009-12-07T07:57:17Z")\
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**Post date:** [December 7, 2009, 7:57am UTC](http://discourse.egroupware.org/t/so-the-sea-is-to-the-land-all-the-river/36048/1 "2009-12-07T07:57:17Z")

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Not say that the quass was good were insult; to spit forth upon the  
ground were worse than insult. And this very thing did he do. He was  
known for a chief over the Sticks of the Yukon, and further naught was  
known of him. "As I say, it was an insult. But mark this, O Hair-Face:  
it was an insult, not to Niblack the feast-giver, but to the man  
chiefest of rank who sat among those of the circle. And that man was  
Ligoun. There was no sound. All eyes were upon him to see what he might  
do. He made no movement. His withered lips trembled not into speech; nor  
did a nostril quiver, nor an eyelid droop. But I saw that he looked wan  
and gray, as I have seen old men look of bitter mornings when famine  
pressed, and the women wailed and the children whimpered, and there was  
no meat nor sign of meat. And as the old men looked, so looked Ligoun.  
"There was no sound. It were as a circle of the dead, but that each  
chief felt beneath his blanket to make sure, and that each chief glanced  
to his neighbor, right and left, with a measuring eye. I was a  
stripling; the things I had seen were few; yet I knew it to be the  
moment one meets but once in all a lifetime. “The Stick rose up, with  
every eye upon him, and crossed the room till he stood before Ligoun.  
”‘I am Opitsah, the Knife,’ he said. "But Ligoun said naught, nor looked  
at him, but gazed unblinking at the ground. "‘You are Ligoun,’ Opitsah  
said. ‘You have killed many men. I am still alive.’ "And still Ligoun  
said naught, though he made the sign to me and with my strength arose  
and stood upright on his two feet. He was as an old pine, naked and  
gray, but still a-shoulder to the frost and storm. His eyes were  
unblinking, and as he had not heard Opitsah, so it seemed he did not see  
him. "And Opitsah was mad with anger, and danced stiff-legged before  
him, as men do when they wish to give another shame. And Opitsah sang a  
song of his own greatness and the greatness of his people, filled with  
bad words for the Chilcats and for Ligoun. And as he danced and sang,  
Opitsah threw off his blanket and w