m a woman
small of stature, who yet always contrived to snatch the ball from
the others. Therefore he gave her the great thick skin he had brought
with him, and told her to knead it soft. And this she did, though no
other woman could have done it. Then he took her on his sledge and
drove off on a wandering through the lands around.

On their way they came to a high and steep rock, rising up from the
open water. Atungait sprang up on to that rock, and began running up
it. So strong was he that at every step he bored his feet far down
into the rock.

When he reached the top, he called to his dogs, and one by one they
followed by the way of his footsteps, and reached the top, all of
them save one, and that one died. And after that he hoisted up his
sledge first, and then his wife after, and so they drove on their way.

After they had driven for some time, they came to a place of
people. And the strange thing about these people was that they were all
left-handed. And then they drove on again and came to some man-eaters;
these ate one another, having no other food. But they did not succeed
in doing him any harm.

And they drove on again and came to other people; these had all one
leg shorter than the other, and had been so from birth. They lay on
the ground all day playing ajangat. [10] And they had a fine ajangat
made of copper.

Atungait stayed there some time, and when the time came for him to
set out once more, he stole their plaything and took it away with him,
having first destroyed all their sledges.

But the lame ones, being unable to pursue, dealt magically with some
rocky ridges, which then rushed over the ice towards the travellers.

Atungait heard something like the rushing of a river, and turning
round, perceived those rocks rolling towards him.

"Have you a piece of sole-leather?" he asked his wife. And she had
such a piece.

She tied it to a string and let it drag behind the sledge. When
the stones reached it, they stopped suddenly, and sank down through
the ice. And the two drove on, hearing the cries of the lame ones
behind them:

"Bring back our plaything, and give us our copper thing again."

But now Atungait began to long for his home, and not knowing in
what part of the land they were, he told the woman with him to wait,
while he himself flew off through the air. For he was a great wizard.

He soon found his house, and looked in through the window. And there
sat his wife, rubbing noses wi