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arangas were close together and the third was off 
by itself. The people here were less hospitably 
inclined than those whom we had met before and, 
though they did not actually tell us to keep away, 
they did not volunteer any invitation to enter. It 
was dark and we had come a long distance, so I 
did not feel like spending an hour building an igloo 
for shelter for the night; I went up to one of the 
arangas, therefore, and when a young man came 
out I made signs that we should like to stop there. 
When we finally got inside I understood why the 
people were not especially glad to see us. They 
had evidently had hard luck and had very little 
food, even for themselves. While Kataktovick 
was outside feeding the dogs, I got the Primus 
stove going, made some tea and passed it around, 
with pemmican. 
There was a young woman here, with a baby 
two or three months old who was evidently sick; 
he was what would be described, I believe, as 
“fussy.” His mother would get him quiet and 
then he would cry out and to my great surprise 
she would get very angry and shake him violently; 
then she would repent and would croon to him, 
only to repeat the shaking when the poor little 
fellow cried out again. In all my long experience 
with Eskimo I had never before seen a woman 
even speak a cross word to her child. 
