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coast he at length spied a stone house in which a light was burn- 

 ing. He landed and entered the house. Nobody was inside but an 

 old woman whose name was Arnaitiang. She received him kindly 

 and at his request pulled off his boots, slippers, and stockings and 

 dried them on the frame hanging over the lamp. Then she went 

 out to light a fire and cook a good meal. 



When the stockings were dry, Kiviung tried to take them from the 

 frame in order to put them on, but as soon as he extended his hand 

 to touch them the frame rose out of his reach. Having tried several 

 times in vain, he called Arnaitiang and asked her to give him back 

 the stockings. She answered: " Take them yourself ; there they are; 

 there they are " and went out again. The fact is she was a very bad 

 woman and wanted to eat Kiviimg. 



Then he tried once more to take hold of his stockings, but with 

 no better result. He called again for Arnaitiang and asked her to 

 give him the boots and stockings, whereupon she said: "Sit down 

 where I sat when you entered my house; then you can get them." 

 After that she left him again. Kiviung tried it once more, but the 

 frame rose as before and he could not reach it. 



Now he understood that Arnaitiang meditated mischief; so he 

 summoned his tornaq, a huge white bear, who arose roaring from 

 under the floor of the house. At first Arnaitiang did not hear him, 

 but as Kiviung kept on conjuring the spirit came nearer and nearer 

 to the surface, and when she heard his loud roar she rushed in trem- 

 bling with fear and gave Kiviung what he had asked for. ' ' Here are 

 your boots," she cried; "here are your slippers; here are your stock- 

 ings. I'll help you put them on." But Kiviung would not stay any 

 longer with this horrid witch and did not even dare to put on his 

 boots, but took them from Arnaitiang and rushed out of the door. 

 He had barely escaped when it clapped violently together and just 

 caught the tail of his jacket, which was torn off. He hastened to his 

 kayak without once stopping to look behind and paddled away. He 

 had only gone a short distance before Arnaitiang, who had recovered 

 from her fear, came out swinging her glittering woman's knife and 

 threatening to kill him. He was nearly frii;litiiii>(l to death and 

 almost upset his kayak. However, he managed t<i balance it again 

 and cried in answer, lifting up his spear: " I shall kill you with my 

 spear." When Arnaitiang heard these words she fell down terror 

 stricken and broke her knife. Kiviung then observed that it was 

 made of a thin slab of fresh water ice. 



He traveled on for many days and nights, following the shore. At 

 last he came to a hut, and again a lamp was burning inside. As his 

 clothing was wet and he was hungrj^, he landed and entered the 

 house. There he found a woman who lived all alone with her 

 daughter. Her son-in-law was a log of driftwood which had four 

 boughs. Every day about the time of low water they carried it to 



