A TEEASUEY OF ESKIMO TALES 



into the sand to save himself from being dragged 

 back into the sea. As soon as he was able he 

 struggled up the beach, an unhappy looking ob- 

 ject. The water ran in streams from his soaked 

 feathers and his wings dragged on the ground. 

 He fell several times, and at last, with wide-gap- 

 ing mouth, he reached some bushes. As soon as 

 he could get his breath he took off his raven coat 

 and pushed up his beak, becoming a small, dark- 

 colored man. 



" From this time on, forevermore I'm done 

 with being a goose," he declared. 



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