towards land, and saw
Qujavarssuk again quite clearly, and also his house.

Now the Tupilak thought:

"I must try another way. Perhaps it will be better to go through
the earth."

And when it tried to go through the earth, so much was easy; it only
remained then to come up through the floor of the house. But the
floor of the house was hard, and not to be got through. Therefore
it tried behind the house, and there it was quite soft. It came up
there, and went to the passage way, and there was a big black bird,
sitting there eating something. The Tupilak thought:

"That is a fortunate being, which can sit and eat."

Then it tried to get up over the walls at the back part of the house,
by taking hold of the grass in the turf blocks. But when it got there,
the bird's food was the only thing it saw. Again it tried to get
a little farther, seeing that the bird appeared not to heed it at
all, but then suddenly the bird turned and bit a hole just above its
flipper. And this was very painful, so that the Tupilak floundered
about with pain, and floundered about till it came right out into
the water.

And because of all these happenings, it had now become so angered that
it swam back at once to the man who had made it, in order to eat him
up. And when it came there, he was sitting in his kayak with his face
turned towards the sun, and telling no other thing than of the Tupilak
which he had made. For a long time the Tupilak lay there beneath him,
and looked at him, until there came this thought:

"Why did he make me a Tupilak, when afterwards all the trouble was
to come upon me?"

Then it swam up and attacked the kayak, and the water was coloured
red with blood as it ate him. And having thus found food, the Tupilak
felt well and strong and very cheerful, until at last it began to
think thus:

"All the other Tupilaks will certainly call this a shameful thing,
that I should have killed the one who made me."

And it was now so troubled with shame at this that it swam far out
into the open sea and was never seen again. And men say that it was
because of shame it did so.

One day the old one said to Qujavarssuk:

"You are named after a man who died of hunger at Amerdloq."

It is told of the people of Amerdloq that they catch nothing but
turbot.

And Qujavarssuk went to Amerdloq and lived there with an old man,
and while he lived there, he made always the same catch as was his
custom. At last the people of Amerdloq be