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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 " Thank 

 you " : " Nakome-e-e-ek," he said, " nako- 

 mek." 



" Adsiliorlagit-ai " (let me take your photo- 

 graph). 



" Sua ? " (what ?) 



" Will you let me make a likeness of 

 you ? " 



" Atsuk (I don't know). May I eat the 

 biscuit ? " 



" Yes, presently ; just stand over here." 



44 Nerrilangale " (let me eat it), and he 

 turned his back on me. 



" All right ; just turn round and stand still 

 a moment." 



" Nerrilangale, ner-ri-langa-le-e-e-e " ; 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, " I want another 

 biscuit," but not another word could I get out 

 of Tuglavi. What I know about him I have 



