They command the pale-face hunter to go back.

They cry Naza! Naza! Naza!" "Say, for a thousand miles I've heard that word Naza!" returned the hunter, with mingled curiosity and disgust.

"At Edmonton Indian runners started ahead of me, and every village I struck the redskins would crowd round me and an old chief would harangue at me, and motion me back, and point north with Naza! Naza! Naza! What does it mean ?" "No white man knows; no Indian will tell," answered the interpreter.
"The traders think it means the Great Slave, the North Star, the North Spirit, the North Wind, the North Lights and the musk-ox god." "Well, say to the chiefs to tell Ageter I have been four moons on the way after some of his little Ageters, and I'm going to keep on after them." "Hunter, you are most unwise," broke in the commandant, in his officious voice.

"The Indians will never permit you to take a musk-ox alive from the north.

They worship him, pray to him.