A TBEASUBY OF ESKIMO TALES 



to the top of the mountain. There the man would 

 be eaten by the young thunderbirds, and the 

 kayak would lie bleaching among the bones and 

 other refuse scattered along the border of the 

 nest. Every fall the young birds would fly away 

 to the northland, while the old ones would remain 

 by the mountain. 



After many fishermen had been carried away 

 by the birds, there came a time when only the 

 most daring would venture upon the river. One 

 summer day a br.i -, e young hunter was starting 

 out to look at his fish traps and he said to his 

 wife, " Don't go outside the house while I am 

 away, for fear of the birds." 



After he was gone she noticed that the water 

 tub was empty, and took a bucket to go to the 

 river for water. As she bent over to fill the vessel 

 a roaring noise like thunder filled the air, and one 

 of the birds darted down and seized her in its 

 talons. The villagers saw the bird swoop down, 

 and they wailed aloud in sorrow and terror as 

 they watched her being carried through the air to 

 the mountain top. 



The hunter came home and the villagers gath- 

 ered about with many lamentations. " Oh, piti- 

 ful! pitiful! your pretty wife was carried away 

 by the thunderbirds! Too bad! Too bad! By 



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