Next, the sparks sputtering from the bonfire formed a lifelike walrus. As if granted life, it performed all sorts of graceful movements in the night sky.
One moment it would swing its long tusks, the next it would wave its broad flippers, looking for all the world like a real walrus playing on the ice.
The chiefs of the other Inuit tribes saw this scene.
A moment ago, they had been complaining inwardly with faces full of dissatisfaction, but now they didn't dare voice a single grievance.
Instead, they hurried to join the dancers.
Because they all knew that perhaps their own tribe's Guardian Spirit would soon appear in the same wondrous fashion.
They didn't want to miss this rare opportunity and all hoped to personally take part in the ceremony to commune with the Guardian Spirits.
As it turned out, the chiefs were right.
As long as Feng Mountain kept drinking, cup after cup, into a drunken stupor...
As long as Feng Mountain kept dancing tirelessly...
