south of
her village where a child, some years before, had been buried. There
the woman wept and thus consoled herself. Having exhausted her grief,
she returned to her people. On the trip she had no food whatever.

[2] _Nerrvik_, a beautiful maiden, according to the legend, married a
storm-petrel who had disguised himself as a man. When she discovered
the deception she was filled with horror, so that later, when her
relatives visited her, she determined to escape with them. When the
petrel returned from a hunting trip and discovered that his wife had
gone, he followed, and flapping his great wings raised a terrible storm
at sea. Water filled the boat in which _Nerrvik_ was escaping. When
they realized that _Nerrvik_ was the cause of the storm her brothers
cast her into the sea. With one hand she clung to the boat; her
grandfather lifted his knife and struck. _Nerrvik_ descended into the
ocean and became the queen of the fishes. Possessing only one hand she
cannot plait her hair. A magician who can go to _Nerrvik_ in a trance
and arrange her tresses wins her gratitude and can secure from her for
the hunters quantities of fish. It is interesting to note the
similarity of the legend of _Nerrvik_ to that of Jonah. But just as
the Eskimos have changed the masculine sun of southern mythologies to
the feminine, so the victim of the mythological sea storm in the arctic
becomes a woman.

FINALE

_According to the legends of the tribes, not for many long and aching
ages shall the melancholy moon win the radiant but desolate
Sukh-eh-nukh. For having refused love she is compelled to flee in her
elected lot from the love she now desires but which she once denied,
and this by a fate more relentless than the power of Perdlugssuaq, a
fate which they do not comprehend, but which is, perchance, the Will of
Him Whose Voice sometimes comes as a strange whistling singing in the
boreal lights, and Who, to the creatures of His making, teaches the
lessons of life through the sorrows which result from the acts of their
own choosing . . . Sometime--when, they do not know--the sun and moon
will meet. They will then, having endured loneliness and long
yearning, be immeasurably happy, and in the consummation of their
desire all mankind will share . . . For as ultimate darkness closes,
all who have been true to the highest ideals of the chase will be
lifted into celestial hunting grounds, where no one is ever hungry nor
wher