TROUBLES OF A PHOTOGRAPHER 



seemed best to keep the old man out of harm's way 

 by putting on an extra latch. Tuglavi soon solved 

 this problem. He found an old broken fork, with 

 only one prong, and by dint of much scratching he 

 managed to raise the latch and let himself in. The 

 missionary promptly forfeited the fork, whereupon 

 old Tuglavi, with much sobbing and lamentation, 

 went home to tell his woes. He presently came 

 back to ask for payment for the fork ! 



Tuglavi was still at his childish wanderings when 

 I was in Killinek, but the door was no longer locked. 

 Some one was on guard, ready to cheer the old man 

 up by the gift of some scrap or other of food, and 

 show him out again. 



Tuglavi brought two wives with him to the 

 Mission station. One was very old his lifelong 

 companion, in fact, and past work almost as feeble 

 as the old man himself ; so Tuglavi had married a 

 young wife as well, so as to have somebody at home 

 to do the work ! I cannot imagine that there was 

 much peace in Tuglavi's iglo. 



It is not to be wondered at that superstition is 

 strong among these Killinek folk, so lately utterly 

 heathen, without knowledge of Christianity or of 

 civilisation. The first glimpse I had of it was in 

 the fear that some of them had of being photo- 

 graphed. 



I chanced to meet a young man whose face was 

 a perfect picture of the heathen Eskimo type, and to 

 my delight he was willing to pose then and there for 

 his portrait. 



I got an excellent likeness of him from the front 

 and then made ready for a side view. But he would 

 have no more. " Tava," he said (that is completely 



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