admirers, with enthusiasm.

"But Ujarak's the man of skill,
To kick or wrestle, sing or kill;
He bids me meet him here to-day.
Poor Okiok! he must obey.
My Torngak, come here, I say!
Thus loud I cried the other day--
`You always come to Ujarak;
Thou come to me, my Torngak!'
But he was deaf, and would not hear,
Although I roared it in his ear.
At last he said, `No, Okiok,
For you are not an angekok!'
Amna ajah ajah hey!"

Here the hunter, after a neat pirouette and tickling of the drum,
changed his tone to a soft insinuating whine:

"'Tis true I'm not an angekok;
I'm only hunter Okiok.
But Torngak, dear Torngak,
Don't go away. O do come back!
If you'll be mine, and stick to me
For evermore, I'll stick to thee.
And every single thing I do
I'll come and ask advice from you;
Consult you morning, noon, and night;
Consult you when I hunt or fight;
Consult you when I sing and roar;
Consult you when I sleep and snore;
Consult you more than Ujarak--
My Tor--Tor--Tor--Tor--Torngak!"

A roar of laughter and a stupendous "Amna ajah ajah hey!" greeted this
flight, while Okiok gravely touched his drum, and performed a few more
of his graceful evolutions.

"`No, no,' he said; `I'll never make
So gross and stupid a mistake.
One man there is who tried to do it--
He thinks the spirits never knew it--
He tried to make an angekok-stew
Out of a lad named Ippegoo!'"

Here another yell of delight was followed by the chorus, and Okiok was
about to resume, when a terrific rending sound seemed to paralyse every
one. Well did they know that sound. It was the rending of the solid
ice on which they stood. The advancing spring had so far weakened it
that a huge cake had broken off from the land-ice, and was now detached.
A shriek from some of the women drew attention to the fact that the
disruption of the mass had so disturbed the equilibrium of the
neighbouring berg that it was slowly toppling to its fall. A universal
stampede instantly took place, for the danger of being crushed by its
falling cliffs and pinnacles was very great. Everything but personal
safety was forgotten in the panic that ensued. Red Rooney was almost
swept off his legs in the rush. Women and children were overturned, but
fortunately not hurt. A very few minutes sufficed to take them all
clear of danger; but the succeeding crashes produced such an
inconceivable roar that the terrif