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nearest Raven spoke, saying, "Look! here is something to eat. We 

 have not eaten, and we had better not wait. Let us have his eyes." 

 The farthest Raven answered, "I^o, he is not dead." "Why does he lie 

 there, then, as if he were dead?" said the first Raven. "ISTo, he is not 

 dead; for look there, there is no smoke ^ by him," replied the second 

 one. 



Then the first Raven became enraged and cast himself about, saying, 

 "Why is he thrown out, then? Look at bis things scattered about 

 him." "I do not wish any of it," said the mate, <' there is no smoke by 

 him. I will leave you." And he flew away. "All right; you can fly 

 off," said the first Raven; "I will have his eyes." 



Then the man opened his eyes very slightly and looked sidewise at 

 the Raven. This one, coming toward the small, ugly-face young man, 

 stood there holding up his beak, which became a fine knife. He went 

 nearer, and between his eyelashes the man saw, raised by the hilt, a 

 fine knife. He thought, "I have no knife." Then the point came close 

 to him. He thought again, "I have no knife." He suddenly caught it 

 and snatched it away from the Raven. 



Back sprang Raven, and the man sat up. "Give me my knife," said 

 Raven. The man answered, saying, "I have no knife, and this shall 

 be my knife. The Raven replied, "I will pay you for it with all kinds 

 of game." 



"No," said the man, "I will not give it back. I always go out hunt- 

 ing and can get nothing." "Then," said the Raven, "if you wish to go 

 back to the village you will not reach there when you try." "I have 

 no knife," replied the man. Here the Raven coughed and fell down, 

 saying, "Thus will you do. Keep my knife, if you prize it," said he, 

 and flew away. 



The man sat up, still keeping the knife. Then he started to go back 

 to the village. As he was going his throat contracted, his back bent 

 over in front, and he rested his hands on his knees. Suddenly he 

 became an old man. He could not walk. He lay on his face. He did 

 not stir. He was dead. 



Following is the same tale in Eskimo with an English interlinear 

 translation : 



Pi-chu'-i-Un-uk {The One-trho-finds-nothing) 



Nu-gulth'-pi-un'-i-na'-g^uk pi'-chu-i'-tok u-kuJchtuJch'-Jca-mi ka-migh'-u- 

 A small, ugly-face yonng (who) can not going out for wood with a 

 man find (anything) 



lu'-ni 4-knJch' tai'-g^o-hlnkh'tok d-ko-ja''gt-jakh'-lu-m u' -tnkh-naukh' -tok. 

 sled the wood he goes to bring without finding any again returned he. 



U-ku'-gu-muk tunkh'-pu-kin'dn-t u'-tukhnaukh'-tok p'kikW -puk-ti-kit' - 

 The wood having seen none of it again returned he without the least . 



' Of his burial lire. 



