“Grandmother,” said she, “I can sleep well tonight, for I know everybody is glad again.”
The next day the boy came to the grandmother, and asked her and her granddaughter to come to live at his home with his father and mother.
They went with him, and after that they were always happy and comfortable, for the boy became a famous hunter, and kept them all supplied with good things to eat, and plenty of fur skins to keep them warm.
The little girl grew big, and the old grandmother bossed them all. Grandmothers always do in Eskimo Land.
THE CROW AND THE OWL
Long ago, when crows were white, a crow and an owl sat on a log, talking together.
The crow said he did not like his color, and the owl said, “I wish I had some pretty spots on my back.”
“So do I,” said the crow. “Let us paint each other with black oil from the lamp.”
“To-whit, to-whoo,” said the owl. “What fun that would be!”
Now when a clay lamp gets old there is a lot of thick black oil in the bottom of it. The Eskimos make chewing-gum out of this oil.