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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, “‘ No, he is not dead.” ‘Why does he lie 
there, then, as if he were dead?” said the first Raven. “No, 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 his things scattered about 
him.” ‘TI do not wish any of it,” said the mate, ‘“‘there is no smoke by 
him. I will leave you.” And he flew away. “AIl right; you ean fly 
off,” said the first Raven; ‘I will have his eyes.” 
Then the wan 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 
tohim. He thought again, “TI 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 kuife, 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-lin-uk (The One-who-finds-nothing) 
Nu-gilth'-pi-in'-i-nal-gik pi'-chu-i'-tok w-kukh-tikh'-ka-mi ka-migh'-vi- 
A small, ugly-face young (who) can not going out for wood with a 
man find (anything) 
lw-ni ti-kukh! tai!-go-hlikh'-tok a-koja'-gi-jakh'-lu-ni u'-tikh-naukh/-tok, 
sled the wood he goes to bring without finding any again returned he. 
U-kw'-gi-mik tinkh'-pi-kin'-dn-t w-tikh-naukh'-tok pkikh!-pik-ti-kit'- 
The wood having seen noneofit again returned he without the least 
1Of his burial fire. 
