I was invited by the North to partake of a feast of ducks, the most beautiful I had ever seen and well cooked. The dish was before me. I set to. A stranger by me touched me with his elbow and said, "Eat not thou of that, look into thy dish!"
Behold that which I had taken for the wing of a duck was the arm of a child! "He! What a narrow escape!" said I.
Then he took me into another room and gave me most excellent meat, the most delicious in appearance I had ever seen. I would not eat. I discovered it was the flesh of Indians thus served up to me! He took me into a third room and gave me tongues. These I also perceived were the tongues of Indians.
"Why refusest thou what I offer thee? Is it not good?"
"I feel no inclination to eat." I replied.
Then he took me in a fourth room where fine beautiful hearts were served up, and I was desired to eat. But I perceived that it was still the same. I therefore refused.
Then said he, "It is well done. Thou hast done well!"
Heh! Had I unfortunately eaten of this, then had I become a cannibal in addition to all my other misfortunes.
Those who eat at these feasts are frequently, but not universally told thus:
This is a sign to thee that thou shalt one day become a cannibal and feed on the flesh of thy fellows. When thou shalt see children play with and eat ice (or snow) in thy tent, say, "My time is near." For then thou shalt soon eat Indian (human) flesh.