I did it . '' Everybody was full and sleepy , so no one contradicted ; and the angekok , by virtue of his office , helped himself to yet another lump of boiled meat , and lay down to sleep with the others in the warm , well-lighted , oil-smelling home . ***** Now Kotuko , who drew very well in the Inuit fashion , scratched pictures of all these adventures on a long , flat piece of ivory with a hole at one end . When he and the girl went north to Ellesmere Land in the year of the Wonderful Open Winter , he left the picture-story with Kadlu , who lost it in the shingle when his dog-sleigh broke down one summer on the beach of Lake Netilling at Nikosiring , and there a Lake Inuit found it next spring and sold it to a man at Imigen who was interpreter on a Cumberland Sound whaler , and he sold it to Hans Olsen , who was afterward a quartermaster on board a big steamer that took tourists to the North Cape in Norway . When the tourist season was over , the steamer ran between London and Australia , stopping at Ceylon , and there Olsen sold the ivory to a Cingalese jeweller for two imitation sapphires . I found it under some rubbish in a house at Colombo , and have translated it from one end to the other . ` ANGUTIVAUN TAINA ' -LSB- This is a very free translation of the Song of the Returning Hunter , as the men used to sing it after seal-spearing . The Inuit always repeat things over and over again . -RSB- Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood , Our furs with the drifted snow , As we come in with the seal -- the seal ! In from the edge of the floe . Au jana ! Aua ! Oha ! Haq ! And the yelping dog-teams go , And the long whips crack , and the men come back , Back from the edge of the floe ! We tracked our seal to his secret place , We heard him scratch below , We made our mark , and we watched beside , Out on the edge of the floe . We raised our lance when he rose to breathe , We drove it downward -- so ! And we played him thus , and we killed him thus , Out on the edge of the floe . Our gloves are glued with the frozen blood , Our eyes with the drifting snow ; But we come back to our wives again , Back from the edge of the floe ! Au jana !
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