The woman went into her house and brought a piece of seal blubber and held it up.
“I will give you this, Crow, if you tell me where to find them.”
Lazily the crow floated down and perched on the ground nearby.
“Give it to me,” said he.
“Tell me first,” said she.
So cocking his head on one side he said, “All right, I will tell you, but your sons are both dead. The caribou killed them with their long teeth.”
The poor mother was in despair, but she remembered to give the crow his meat, and as he was about to fly away, she said, “Crow, if you will show me the way to my sons, I will feed you whenever you come.”
So the crow told her where to go, but he said, “You will never feed me again if you go there, because the caribou will tear you with their teeth.”
Then he flapped his big black wings and said, “Caw, caw!” And the woman thought he was laughing at her.
Going into the house, she covered herself all over with the red juice of cranberries. It is very sour and tastes very bad. Her whole parka was stained bright red with it; even her mukluks and mittens. Then, without taking a weapon of any kind, she started off for the place where the crow had told her she would find her boys.