He had caught a raven in his snare. His wife cooked it, and their lamp was a shoulder-blade, and another shoulder-blade was their cooking pot, and when that meat was cooked, Qigdlugsuk’s mother was given raven’s meat to eat. Afterwards she was well fed by the other villagers there, and next morning when she was setting out to go home, they all gave her meat to take with her; all save Qasiagssaq, who gave her nothing.
And time went on, and once he was out as usual in his kayak, and when he came home in the evening, he said:
“I have found a dead whale; to-morrow we must all go out in the umiak and cut it up.”
Next day many umiaks and kayaks set out to the eastward, and when they had rowed a long way in, they asked:
“Where is it?”
“Over there, beyond that little ness,” he said.
And they rowed over there, and when they reached the place, there was nothing to be seen. So they asked again:
“Where is it?”
“Over there, beyond that little ness.”
And they rowed over there, but when they reached the place, there was nothing to be seen. And again they asked: