And all who dwelt therein were Kwimuuk, who had been
Loons in the time before. And now they were very glad
As men to see once more the Master, who had blessed them
When they were only birds. Therefore he made them his huntsmen.
Also his messengers. Hence comes that in all the stories
Which are told of the mighty Master the loons are ever his friends;
And the Indians, when they hear the cry of the loons, exclaim:
“Kimu elkomtuejul Kuloskapul”—the Loon is calling
Kuloskap, the Master.
Leith Adams[[103]] says: “Stories are told”—among the Micmacs in New Brunswick—“how the snowy owl still laments the Golden Age when man and all animals lived in perfect amity until it came to pass that they began to quarrel; when the great Glooscap, or Gotescarp, got disgusted and sailed across the seas to return when they made up their differences. So every night the owl repeats to this day his Koo, koo, skoos. ‘Oh, I am sorry, Oh, I am sorry.’”