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Tuglavi ! I gave up trying to draw any in 

 formation out of him after I had tried to take 

 his portrait. I armed myself with a ship s 

 biscuit, and went in search of Tuglavi. I 

 found him near his iglo (hut), and offered him 

 the biscuit. 



He took it with a most delighted &quot; Thank 

 you &quot; : &quot; Nakome-e-e-ek,&quot; he said, &quot; nako- 

 mek.&quot; 



&quot; Adsiliorlagit-ai &quot; (let me take your photo 

 graph). 



&quot; Sua ? &quot; (what ?) 



&quot; Will you let me make a likeness of 

 you ? &quot; 



&quot; Atsuk (I don t know). May I eat the 

 biscuit ? &quot; 



&quot; Yes, presently ; just stand over here.&quot; 

 &quot; Nerrilangale &quot; (let me eat it), and he 

 turned his back on me. 



&quot; All right ; just turn round and stand still 

 a moment.&quot; 



&quot; Nerrilangale, ner-ri-langa-le-e-e-e &quot; ; and 

 the poor old man broke down into sobs and 

 ambled off home munching his precious biscuit. 

 I was left gazing. I never caught him again. 

 Once or twice I heard his shuffling step behind 

 me, and a querulous voice said, &quot; I want another 

 biscuit,&quot; but not another word could I get out 

 of Tuglavi. What I know about him I have 



