474 THE ESKIMO ABOUT BERING STRAIT (ETH. ANN. 18 
THE ONE-WHO-FINDS-NOTHING (PI-CHU’-I-LIN-UK) 
(From St Michael) 
Once there was a small, ugly-face young man who could never find 
anything that he looked for. Whenever he went out with his sled for 
wood, he returned without any, because he could never succeed in 
finding any, not the least piece. Then he entered the kashim and sat 
down in his place over the entrance way. When he sat down there 
he would remain quiet for a long time. The one sitting beside him 
sometimes gave him water, which he would drink and then become 
quite still again. 
If forced to go out, he would put on his boots and go, but would 
return again very soon and sit as before. Once when thirsty he went 
out to the water hole for a drink, but when he came to the place he 
could not find the water hole, as it seemed not to be there. Then he 
returned to the kashim again without drinking and sat down in his 
place, the one beside him giving him water. 
At night in bed, not being able to sleep and being thirsty, he went 
out to find his elder brother’s house. After much searching he could 
not find the place, so went back to the kashim and lay down, Awaking 
in the morning, he took some fishing tackle and went fishing. When 
he came to the water he could not find it, and after looking for it unsuc- 
cessfully he returned without fishing. Thus he came back once more 
without anything and was hungry also when he sat in his place as 
usual. 
Then he thought, “If I go to pick berries I suppose I will not be able 
to find any.” Taking a wooden bucket he went for berries. After look- 
ing, but failing to find any, he returned to his place in the kashim. The 
next morning, becoming hungry, he took his arrows and went hunting 
for wild geese. Not finding any, and seeing nothing else, he returned 
again. Other men brought back hair seals they had killed. The One- 
who-finds-nothing took his kaiak and putting it into the water went 
out seal hunting. He hunted long for the seals, but there seemed to be 
none; and seeing nothing, he came back to his place in the kashim. 
Winter came, and he thought, “I do not know what to do with 
myself.” The next day he took his miserable bed and rolled it up with 
his poor tool bag, put the bundle ou his back, and went out to the land- 
ward side of the village, beyond the houses, and sat down. Being 
seated, he took his bundle from his back and, opening it, untied his tool 
bag. This being done, he scattered the tools about him and threw 
away the bag. Then he spread down his bed and, sitting upon it, lay 
back, saying, ‘“‘ Here will I die.” 
There he lay all night without moving. When the sun came up he 
heard a Raven croaking, and then its mate. He remained quiet and 
the Raven came, alighting near him with its mate just beyond. The 
