gave me not only a
hind leg, but the liver as well! I should not be surprised if he sent
the bear this way, knowing how fond I am of bear's liver."

The Angakok placed his hand on his stomach and rolled up his eyes. "But
times are not what they once were," he went on. "People care now only
for their own stomachs! They would rather have the liver themselves
than give it to the Angakok! They will be sorry when it is too late."

He shook his head and heaved a great sigh. Koolee looked at Kesshoo.
She was very anxious. Kesshoo went out at once to the storehouse. He
climbed to the top and got the liver.

By this time all the people had crawled out of the igloo again, and
were ready to carry home their meat. Kesshoo ran to the Angakok and
gave him the bear's liver. The Angakok handed it to one of his wives to
carry. The other one already had the bear's leg. He said to Kesshoo,
"You are a just man, like your father. I know the secrets of the sun,
moon, and stars. You know your duty! You shall have your reward." He
looked very solemn and waddled away toward his igloo with the two wives
behind him carrying the meat. All the rest of the people followed after
him and went into their own igloos.

III. THE TWINS GO FISHING

THE TWINS GO FISHING

I.

When the people had all gone away, Menie and Monnie sat down on the
side of the sledge. Nip and Tup were busy burying bones in the snow.
The other dogs had eaten all they wanted to and were now lying down
asleep in the sun, with their noses on their paws.

Everything was still and cold. It was so still you could almost hear
the silence, and so bright that the twins had to squint their eyes. In
the air there was a faint smell of cooking meat.

Menie sniffed. "I'm so hungry I could eat my boots," he said.

"There are better things to eat than boots," Monnie answered. "What
would you like best of everything in the world if you could have it?"

"A nice piece of blubber from a walrus or some reindeer tallow," said
Menie.

"Oh, no," Monnie cried. "That isn't half as good as reindeer's stomach,
or fishes' eyes! Um-m how I love fishes' eyes! I tell you, Menie, let's
get something to eat and then go fishing, before the sun goes down!"

"All right," said Menie. "Let's see if Mother won't give us a piece of
bear's fat! That is almost as good as blubber or fishes' eyes."

II.

They dived into the igloo. Their mother was standing beside the oil
lamp, putting strands of