“You I will not kill. You may go home again.” And he gave him back his paddle, and said to him as he was rowing away:
“Tell those of your place never to come out again thinking to kill us. For if they do not one of them will return alive.”
Then Âtârssuaq’s son went home. And for some time he waited, thinking that more enemies might come. But none ever came against them after that time.
Puagssuaq
There was once a wifeless man who always went out hunting ptarmigan. It became his custom always to go out hunting ptarmigan every day.
And when he was out one day, hunting ptarmigan as was his custom, he came to a place whence he could see out over a rocky valley. And it looked a good place to go. And he went there.
But before he had come to the bottom of the valley, he caught sight of something that looked like a stone. And when he could see quite clearly that it was not a stone at all, he went up to it. He walked and walked, and came to it at last.
Then he looked in, and saw an old couple sitting alone in there. And when he had seen this, he crawled very silently in through the passage way. And having come inside, he looked first a long time at them, and then he gave a little whistle. But nothing happened when he did so, and therefore he whistled a second time. And this time they heard the whistle, and the man nudged his wife and said:
“You, Puagssuaq, you can talk with the spirits. Take counsel with them now.”