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THE STORY OF GOMOGK THE ESKIMO II5
from the sea and it is now lying on the shore.' We all went to where they said. Soon we came to a point. It lay behind that point, they said. We walked carefully to the point and we looked over the point and then we saw it. Its black holes looked like eyes. It had been shoved far up from the water by the ice. It was very old, I could see by the moss and the whiteness of its wood. My wife did not like to go near. 'Something might come out of the holes,' she said.
'Don't be foolish,' I said, but she hung behind. With Annunglung and my sons I climbed up on it, and the first thing we found was iron, good iron, not only grey iron, but yellow iron and the red iron which is softer than the yellow iron. And these two, when wre rubbed them, gleamed in the sun. And all of that ship was good wood. Some of this good wood was hard like stone, and there was enough of it to make the runners for sledges and handles for spears, and harpoons for ten times more people than there are fingers on my hands. 'Come,' I called to my wife. 'Come,' I said, 'you will not believe your eyes.' But she said, 'No, something might come out of the holes.'
We found pots for my wife, pots of grey iron, pots of red iron, pots of yellow iron, and the best of all we found axes and knives, knives for my wife for the cutting of meat, knives for the cutting of skins, knives that were big and knives that were small, and knives for the cutting of wood, big knives as long as my arm, and we ground them and ground them with stones until blood came to our fingers we ground them so sharp.
But for all this treasure my foolish wife was too frightened to go near the ship, and my children would only peep at it from behind big rocks. They could see them, they said, the ghosts of white men going in and coming out of the holes. But I used to go and my sons used to go and we found many things, and a glass that could see was one. 'Aye,' said my wife when I gave it to her, ' there are truly good things that