384 A CHIEF WAXED FAT. 



among my companions as " The Sentimental Widow." 

 Hans had gone, with his family, up to Chester Valley, 

 where he was catching auks by hundreds, and living 

 in the seal-skin tent that he brought from Cape York. 

 Angeit still prowled round the galley and pantry, 

 and continued, alternately, to annoy and amuse the 

 cook and still stoutly to resist the steward's efforts at 

 conversion. Kalutunah, my jolly old chief, held on 

 at Etah, and looked to my abundant commissariat 

 and fruitful bounty as the source of all human bliss. 

 He had grown so rich that he did not know where to 

 put all his wealth ; and when I went over to Etah to 

 look after him, I found him waxing fat on laziness, 

 and stupid with over-feeding. I discovered him loung- 

 ing behind a rock, basking in the warm sunshine, like 

 the monk in the " Monastery," sitting before the fire, 

 " thinking of nothing." He was much rejoiced at 

 seeing me again, asked me many questions about my 

 journey, and where I had been ; said that he had 

 never been so happy in all his life before ; and he 

 stole the thoughts, if not the Spanish, of honest San- 

 cho, in his emphatic declaration, " You have filled my 

 belly, and therefore have won my heart." I was sorry 

 to have but one dog to restore to "him of the eight 

 with which he had supplied me ; but he declared him- 

 self satisfied. He appeared, at first, strongly to fear 

 that, in returning his dog, I was withdrawing my sup- 

 port, and was much gratified when I told him to come 

 over and get as much food as he could carry away. 



Kalutunah's first question was, whether I had found 

 any Esquimaux. Before starting, I had frequently 

 spoken to him concerning the existence of his people 

 to the north, and he recited to me a well-established 

 tradition of the tribe, that the Esquimaux once ex- 



