“Take the breast part and boil it quickly.”
For this was the best part of the seal. And she boiled it, and it was done in a moment. And then she set it on a dish and brought it to those two.
“Here, eat.”
And now at last the one of them began really to eat, but the other took a piece of the shoulder. When Qujâvârssuk saw this, he said:
“You should not begin to eat from the wrong side.”
And when he had said that, he said again:
“If you eat from that side, then my catching of the seals will cease.” But the old man became very angry in his mind at this order.
Next morning, when they were about to set off again southward, Qujâvârssuk’s mother gave them as much meat as they could carry. They went home southward, over the ice, but when they had gone a little way, they were forced to stop, because their burden was so heavy. And when they had rested a little, they went on again. When they had come near to their village, one said to the other:
“Has there not wakened a thought in your mind? I am very angry with Qujâvârssuk. Yesterday, when we came there, they gave us only a kidney piece in welcome, and that is meat I do not like at all.”
“Hum,” said the other. “I thought it was all very good. It was fine tender meat for my teeth.”