tle flame with more moss, and then lighted the moss on
the stones of the fireplace. She put a soapstone kettle filled with
water over the fire, and soon the kettle was boiling.

While all this was going on down on the beach, the men took their
salmon spears and went up the river, and Koko and the twins went with
them.

The wives of the Angakok went to find moss to feed the fire. They
brought back great armfuls of it, and put it beside the fireplace.

Koolee was the cook. She stayed on the beach and looked after the
babies and the dogs, and the fire. Everything was ready for dinner,
except the food!

Meanwhile the men had found a good place where there were big stones in
the river. They stood on these stones with their spears in their hands.
There were hundreds of salmon in the little stream. The salmon were
going up to the little lake from which the river flowed.

When the fish leaped in the water, the men struck at them with their
fish spears. There were so many fish, and the men were so skillful that
they soon had plenty for dinner.

They strung them all on a walrus line and went back to the beach.
Koolee popped as many as she could into her pot to cook, but the men
were so hungry they ate theirs raw, and the twins and Koko had as many
fishes' eyes to eat as they wanted, for once in their lives.

When everybody had eaten as much as he could possibly hold, the babies
were rolled up in furs in the sand and went to sleep. The Angakok lay
down on the sand in the sunshine with his hands over his stomach and
was soon asleep, too.

The men sat in a little group near by, and Menie and Koko lay on their
stomachs beside Kesshoo.

The women had gone a little farther up the beach. The air was still,
except for the rippling sound of the water, the distant chatter of the
women, the snores of the Angakok, and the buzzing of mosquitoes!

For quite a long time everybody rested. Menie and Koko didn't go to
sleep. They were having too much fun. They played with shells and
pebbles and watched the mosquitoes buzzing over the Angakok's face.
There were a great many mosquitoes, and they seemed to like the
Angakok. At last one settled on his nose, and bit and bit. Menie and
Koko wanted to slap it, but, of course, they didn't dare. They just had
to let it bite!

All of a sudden the Angakok woke up and slapped it himself. He slapped
it harder than he intended to. He looked very much surprised and quite
offended about it. He sat u