In vain they tried to reach him with their arrows, but he was too quickly out of sight.
When the crow came near the land of Alaska he thought he would try the daylight to see how it worked, so when he passed over the first dark village, he scratched a little bit of the brightness off, and it fell on the village and lighted it up beautifully. Then every village he came to he did the same thing, until at last he reached his home village, where he had started from. Hovering over it, he shattered the daylight into little bits, and scattered them far and wide.
The people greeted him with shouts of delight. They were so happy they danced and sang, and prepared a great feast in his honor. They were so grateful to him they couldn’t thank him enough for bringing that daylight.
The crow told them that if he had taken the big daylight, it would never be dark in Alaska, even in winter, but he said that the big daylight would have been too heavy for him to carry.
The people have always been thankful to the crow since then, and never try to kill him.
THE ORPHAN BOY
Long ago, in a big village on Shismarief Inlet, lived a chief who had one child, a daughter.
The chief’s brother died and left a little boy, without any one to take care of him, so the chief took the boy to live with him.
The boy and girl were cousins, and they had very happy times playing together.