Part 3 (1/2)

Monnie gave her a leather string with a lucky stone tied to it. Koolee put that on the bear's head too.

Then she said, ”There! In five days' time the bear's spirit will give the shadows of these things to your grandfather. Then we can eat the head, but not until we are sure the bear's spirit has reached the home of the Dead.”

”That is well,” the Angakok said to the twins, when Koolee had finished. ”Your grandfather will be pleased with your presents, I know.

Your grandfather was a just man. I knew him well. He always paid great respect to me. Whenever he brought a bear home he gave me not only a hind leg, but the liver as well! I should not be surprised if he sent the bear this way, knowing how fond I am of bear's liver.”

The Angakok placed his hand on his stomach and rolled up his eyes. ”But times are not what they once were,” he went on. ”People care now only for their own stomachs! They would rather have the liver themselves than give it to the Angakok! They will be sorry when it is too late.”

He shook his head and heaved a great sigh. Koolee looked at Kesshoo.

She was very anxious. Kesshoo went out at once to the storehouse. He climbed to the top and got the liver.

By this time all the people had crawled out of the igloo again, and were ready to carry home their meat. Kesshoo ran to the Angakok and gave him the bear's liver. The Angakok handed it to one of his wives to carry. The other one already had the bear's leg. He said to Kesshoo, ”You are a just man, like your father. I know the secrets of the sun, moon, and stars. You know your duty! You shall have your reward.” He looked very solemn and waddled away toward his igloo with the two wives behind him carrying the meat. All the rest of the people followed after him and went into their own igloos.

III. THE TWINS GO FIs.h.i.+NG

THE TWINS GO FIs.h.i.+NG

I.

When the people had all gone away, Menie and Monnie sat down on the side of the sledge. Nip and Tup were busy burying bones in the snow.

The other dogs had eaten all they wanted to and were now lying down asleep in the sun, with their noses on their paws.

Everything was still and cold. It was so still you could almost hear the silence, and so bright that the twins had to squint their eyes. In the air there was a faint smell of cooking meat.

Menie sniffed. ”I'm so hungry I could eat my boots,” he said.

”There are better things to eat than boots,” Monnie answered. ”What would you like best of everything in the world if you could have it?”

”A nice piece of blubber from a walrus or some reindeer tallow,” said Menie.

”Oh, no,” Monnie cried. ”That isn't half as good as reindeer's stomach, or fishes' eyes! Um-m how I love fishes' eyes! I tell you, Menie, let's get something to eat and then go fis.h.i.+ng, before the sun goes down!”

”All right,” said Menie. ”Let's see if Mother won't give us a piece of bear's fat! That is almost as good as blubber or fishes' eyes.”

II.

They dived into the igloo. Their mother was standing beside the oil lamp, putting strands of dried moss into the oil. This lamp was their only stove and their only light. It didn't look much like our stoves.

It was just a piece of soapstone, shaped something like a clamsh.e.l.l. It was hollowed out so it would hold the oil. All along the shallow side of the pan there were little tendrils of dried moss, like threads.

These were the wicks.

Over the fire pan there was a rack, and from the rack a stone pan hung down over the lamp flame. It was tied by leather thongs to the rack. In the pan a piece of bear's meat was simmering. The fire was not big enough to cook it very well, but there was a little steam rising from it, and it made a very good smell for hungry noses.

”We're hungry enough to eat our boots,” Menie said to his mother.

”You must never eat your boots; you have but one pair!” his mother answered. She pinched Menie's cheek and laughed at him.