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THE STORY OF COMOCK THE ESKIMO Hi
It was black with darkness, and I had to walk from one to another feeling their hands. We stumbled in our walking and fell down, but we held our hands and we got into the hollow of some big blocks of ice. We stood there until the light came into the sky and then we tried to see across the open water which was not far, but we could not see well, for it was covered with its own thick smoking from the cold. I was glad we could not see, for we could do nothing if we did see our people, and my wife still had her fits of screaming.
I went off to see the place where our igloo had been standing, but there was only the smoke and water of the sea. Everything all but one sledge was gone. All that we owned was gone the willow mats, the deerskins, the stone pots, the stone lamp for our snow melting, all my knives, spears, harpoons everything gone. Then a thought struck me and I was truly frightened and I walked fast and I called out to my wife as I walked, 'The stones, the stones have you got them?5
'The stones, did you say?' asked my wife, and she stood still and she looked frightened. 'Yes,' I said, 'the stones, have you got them?5 Then quickly her hands went to the pouch in her kooletah. And for a long time she was feeling. And then at last, 'Yes, Comock,5 she said, Tve got them.5 They were the stones we must have to make the sparks for our fires. Then I said to my wife : ' There surely will not be time for grieving now. Everything is gone. We have only one sledge, my ivory knife with which to cut the snow blocks for our igloo building and your stones for fire-making.5
My wife said : ' It is well, Comock, we have something.5 'Yes,5 I said, 'but no spears, no harpoons we cannot kill bear we cannot kill seal.5 'There are the dogs,5 my wife said, 'and there are the harnesses of the dogs that are gone. We can eat them,5 my wife said. 'No,5 said my eldest son, 'we cannot eat the harnesses. The harnesses they are gone they were tied to the lost sledges.5 'Well, anyway, there are