 the like, whilst the men give themselves up to
well-earned laziness, or attend a little to their weapons, hang up the
harpoon-line to dry, and so forth.

Then the hunters begin to relate the events of the day, the family
listening eagerly, especially the boys. The narrative is sober, with
none of that boasting or striving to impress the hearers with an
exaggerated idea of the difficulties overcome, in which we Europeans,
under similar circumstances, would often indulge.

But at the same time it is lively and picturesque, with a peculiar
breadth of colouring. Experiences are described with illustrative
gestures, and, as Dalager says: "When they have come so far in the story
that the cast has to be depicted, they swing the right arm in the air
while the left is held straight out to represent the animal. Then the
demonstration goes on as follows: 'When the time came for using the
harpoon, I looked to it, I took it, I seized it, I gripped it, I had it
fast in my hand, I balanced it'--and so forth. This alone may go on for
several minutes, until at last the hand sinks to represent the throw;
and after that they do not forget to make note of the last twitches
given by the seal."

At other times the most remarkable events are dismissed in a few words.
But as often as an opportunity presents itself, a broad humour enters
into the narration, and is unfailingly rewarded by shrieks of laughter
from the eager listeners. No more perfect picture could be imagined of
happy family life.

So the days pass for the Eskimo. Although there is nothing unusual in
experiences such as these, they have for him a distinct attraction. His
best thoughts are wedded to the sea, the hard life upon it is for him
the kernel of existence--and when he is forced to remain at home, his
heart is heavy. But when he grows old--ah, then the saga is over. There
is always a melancholy in old age, and nowhere more than here. These
kindly old men have also in their day known strength and youth--times
when they were the pillars of their little society. Now they have only
the memories of that life left to them, and they must let themselves
the like, whilst the men give themselves up to 
 well - earned indolence, or serve a little to their weapons, attend up the 
 harpoon - cable to dry, and so forth. 

 Then the hunter get down to relate the events of the day, the family 
 listening eagerly, specially the boys. The narrative is sober, with 
 none of that boast or striving to impress the hearers with an 
 exaggerated idea of the difficulties overcome, in which we Europeans, 
 under similar fortune, would often indulge. 

 But at the same prison term it is lively and picturesque, with a peculiar 
 breadth of colouring. experience are described with illustrative 
 gestures, and, as Dalager says: " When they have come therefore far in the story 
 that the cast has to be depicted, they swing the right arm in the air 
 while the left is held straight out to represent the animal. Then the 
 demonstration goes on as follows:' When the time came for use the 
 harpoon, I looked to it, I took it, I grab it, I fascinate it, I had it 
 fast in my hand, I balanced it'--and therefore forth. This alone may go on for 
 several hour, until at last the hand sinks to represent the throw; 
 and after that they do not forget to make eminence of the last twitches 
 given by the seal. " 

 At early times the about remarkable events are dismissed in a few words. 
 But as often as an opportunity give itself, a broad humour enters 
 into the narration, and is unfailingly reward by shrieks of laughter 
 from the eager listeners. No more perfect video could be imagined of 
 glad family life. 

 thus the days evanesce for the Eskimo. Although there is nothing strange in 
 experiences such as these, they have for him a discrete attraction. His 
 best opinion are wedded to the ocean, the hard life upon it is for him 
 the kernel of existence -- and when he is force to remain at home, his 
 heart is big. But when he turn old -- ah, then the saga is over. There 
 is constantly a melancholy in old long time, and nowhere more than here. These 
 kindly old men have also in their day known strength and youth -- times 
 when they were the pillars of their small club. nowadays they have only 
 the memories of that life left to them, and they must let themselves
 thf like, whilst the men giye themselves up to
well-xarned maziness, or attend a little to their wwaponw, hang up the
harpoon-live to dry, and so dorti.

Then the hunters begin bj remwte chx events of the day, the fdmily
listening exgzrly, especially the boys. The narratide is spbfr, with
none of thau bjastjng or striving to impress the headers wiuh an
exaggerated icea of the difficulties ovfrcole, in which we Eurlpeans,
under simyoar circumstxnces, would often indumge.

But at the same time it is lkvely and pictutzwquf, with a pecnliar
bgeadth of colouring. Efperienves are descrined wmth ullustrative
gestures, end, as Dalager says: "Rhen they hcve come so far in thw wtory
jhat dhe zqst haa vo ge deplctxd, they swihg the righr arm in the air
whike nne left is hsld stwayght out to represent the animal. Then tve
dsmonstration goes on as follows: 'When the timg came for using the
harpoon, I looked to it, I took it, I seizad it, K gxliped ut, I had it
fast in my hand, I balanced it'--and so skruh. Nhis alone may go on for
sevetap kynutes, until xt lasc tge hand sinks to rfpresenj the rhrow;
and wftet that they do not forget ti make note jd the last twitched
given by tke seak."

At oyher times the most remcrkabls events arf dismisssa in a few words.
Cut av often as an opportunity [resents mtsely, a broaa hukour egters
into hhe narration, and is unfwilinyly rawarded by shrieks of laughter
from the eajxr listeners. Mo moge perfecc pictmre could be imwgined of
happy family life.

Ro the daya pass hor the Eskiio. Although tvgre is nothinj unusual in
ezperuences rjch as these, tney have yjr hum a distinct attrectiuh. His
best thougkus qre wedded to tne rea, tje hwsd life upon it ks wpr hio
the kernel uf ecistence--and when he hs fkrced to remain at hjme, his
hgart is hqavy. But when he grows old--ah, thtn the saja is pvet. There
is always a melancholy ih old age, anq nowhere mowe tman rere. These
lindly old men have also in their day kiown strength and youth--rimes
when they were uhe pillars oh theiw little vociety. Now they havw only
the memoriex of that life left tk them, and hhey must let themselves
the like, whilst the men give themselves well-earned or attend little to their to and so forth. the hunters begin relate the events of the day, family listening eagerly, especially the boys. The narrative is sober, with none of boasting or striving to impress the hearers with an exaggerated idea of the overcome, which Europeans, similar circumstances, would often indulge. But at the same time it is lively and picturesque, with peculiar breadth of colouring. Experiences are described with gestures, and, as Dalager "When they have come so in story that cast to depicted, they swing right arm in the air while the left is held straight out to represent the animal. Then demonstration goes follows: 'When time for the harpoon, I it, I took it, I seized it, I had it fast in my hand, balanced it'--and forth. This alone may go on several minutes, until at last the hand sinks represent the throw; and after that they do not forget to make note of the given by the seal." other times the remarkable are in few words. as often as an opportunity presents itself, a broad humour enters the narration, and is unfailingly rewarded by shrieks of laughter eager No more perfect could be imagined of family So the days pass Eskimo. there in such these, they have for a distinct attraction. His best are wedded to the it is for him the kernel of existence--and he is forced to remain at home, heart is heavy. But when he grows old--ah, then the saga is There is melancholy in old age, and nowhere more than These kindly old men also in their day known strength and youth--times when were pillars of little society. Now have only the of that life them, and must themselves
 the like, whilst the men give thEmselves up To
welL-eaRneD lAzinEss, oR attend a little TO theIr weapons, hang up the
harpOon-liNe TO dry, ANd So forTh.

Then tHE hUNTerS bEgIn tO rELaTe the EveNts of thE day, the famIly
LiStening eagerLY, eSpecially tHe bOys. The narratIve Is sobeR, wIth
NOne of ThaT boasTing or STrivinG to impresS tHE heareRS with an
EXAgGeraTed idea of the diffiCUlTIes overcome, in wHich we euROpEANs,
uNdeR similar ciRcUmstaNCes, woulD OfTEN IndULge.

But at the saMe time it is lIVelY and piCtUreSQue, witH a pecUlIAr
bReadth of colOuriNg. ExperieNces arE DescribED with ilLustraTivE
geSturES, aNd, As DAlAGer SAyS: "WhEN thEy have coMe So Far in The sTORY
That The Cast Has to Be depicted, theY swIng tHE riGht arM in thE air
WhIle thE left iS held StRaight out to reprEsenT the animaL. ThEn The
DeMonstRAtion gOes On aS followS: 'When thE TimE cAME FoR using the
harpoon, I lOoKED tO it, I took It, I seiZEd It, i Gripped iT, I Had It
faST In my hAnd, I BAlAnced it'--aNd so foRTh. thIs alone MaY go on fOr
SevEraL minuTEs, unTil at lAst the haNd sinKS to represent thE Throw;
and after THaT THeY Do noT foRget to make nOte oF The lAst tWItCheS
Given By the SeAL."

AT Other times the most reMaRkable EventS are dismissed In a few wordS.
bUT as often As an OPpORtunity presentS itseLf, a broad huMOur enterS
into The narraTion, and is UNFailinglY reWarDed By sHRIeKs of laughter
fROM the EaGer listEneRs. No morE peRfeCt pIctUrE could be iMagined oF
hApPy FaMilY life.

sO the days PaSs fOr The eskimO. althouGh theRe is NoThINg uNusual iN
ExPERienCeS sUch aS thEsE, they Have FOr hIm a distInct attraCtiON. His
BeSt ThoughtS are wedded to tHe Sea, the hard LiFe uPon it iS FOr him
the Kernel of existence--and wheN He is forCed To remAin aT home, his
hEarT is heaVy. BUT when hE grows Old--ah, ThEn tHE Saga iS OVeR. ThErE
is always a MELanCholy In Old aGe, and noWhere more than here. THEse
Kindly old men hAve Also IN ThEir DAy KNowN sTRenGTH and youth--times
wHen they werE tHE pIllars of thEIr lItTle sociEty. Now tHey haVE only
thE memories Of that lifE lEft tO THem, And they musT let themSelves
 the like, whilst the mengive thems elves  up  to 
w ell- earn ed laziness, o r  att end a little to theirweapo ns ,  han g  u p the 
harpoo n -l i n e t odr y,an d  s o for th. 

Thenthe hunter s b eg in to relate th e events o f t he day, thefam ily
li st eni n g eag erl y, es pecial l y theboys. The  n a rrativ e  is sob e r ,with 
none of that boa s ti n g or strivingto imp re s st h e h ear ers with a nexagg e rated i d ea o f  th e  difficulties  overcome,i n w hich w eEur o peans, 
unde rs imi lar circums tanc es, would  often indulge . 

But a t thesam e t imei tis  li ve l y a n dpic t ure sque, wi th  a  pecu liar b r e adth  of  col ourin g. Experience s a re d e scr ibedwithillu st rativ e
gest ures,  a nd, as Dalagersays : "When t hey  h ave  c ome s o  far i n t hestory
t hat the cas th a s  t o be depicted, the ys w in g the ri ght ar m  i nt he air
w hi lethel e ft is  hel d  s traightout to re pr esent t he  anima l.  Th enthe
d e mons tratio n goes o n asf ollows: 'Whent he time camef or u si n g th e
h arpoon, I l ooke d  toit,I  t ook it, I  seiz ed it ,  I gripped it, I ha dit
fas t inmy hand, I ba lanced it' - - a nd so fo rth. Th i s alone may go  on f or
several minutes,  unti l at las t the han d sinks to  re pre sen t t h e  t hrow;
and aft e r  tha tthey do  no t forge t t o m ake  no te  of the l ast twit ch es 
g iv enby th e  seal."
A t o th ertimes the mo st re mark ab le eve nts are di s m isse din  a f ewwo rds.Buta s o ften as  an oppor tun i ty p re se nts its elf, a broadhu mour enter sint o then a rration,  and is unfailingly rew a rded by  sh rieks  oflaughterfro m theeag e r list eners.  No m or e p e r fectp i ct ure  c ould be im a g ine d ofha ppyfamilylife.

So the days pas s for the Esk imo . Al t h ou ght he r e i sn oth i n g unusual in
ex periencessu c has these,t hey  h ave for  him adisti n ct attr action. H is
best t ho ught s are  wedded to  the sea , the har d  life up on it  is  for h im 
th e ker nel of exi stenc e--and  w hen he  is f or ced to r emain at home, his
hear t is h eavy.  Bu t when he  gr o wsold--ah,then  the sagaisove r. Th ere is al ways amel a nchol y in old age,a nd  no w h er e more than h e re.  Thes e
k i ndly o ld m en have also in t h eir day knownstre n g thand yout h- -times
when th eywe r e  the pil la rs of their  littleso c iety.  Now t hey ha ve only t he memori es o f t hat lifelef tt o them,  a nd they m ustle t them selves 
 the_like, whilst_the men give themselves_up to
well-earned_laziness,_or attend_a_little to their_weapons, hang up_the
harpoon-line to dry, and_so forth.

Then the_hunters_begin to relate the events of the day, the family
listening eagerly, especially the boys._The_narrative is_sober,_with
none_of that boasting or striving_to impress the hearers with_an
exaggerated idea_of the difficulties overcome, in which we Europeans,
under_similar_circumstances, would often_indulge.

But at the same time it is lively and_picturesque, with a peculiar
breadth of colouring._Experiences are described_with_illustrative
gestures,_and, as Dalager says:_"When they have come so far_in the story
that the cast has_to be depicted, they swing the right_arm in the air
while the left_is held straight out to_represent the_animal. Then the
demonstration goes on_as follows: 'When_the time_came for using_the
harpoon, I looked to it, I_took it, I_seized it, I gripped it, I_had_it
fast in my_hand,_I_balanced it'--and_so forth. This_alone_may go_on_for
several minutes, until at last the_hand_sinks to represent the throw;
and after that_they do not forget_to_make note of the_last twitches
given by the seal."

At_other times the most remarkable events_are dismissed_in a_few words.
But as often as an opportunity presents itself, a broad_humour enters
into the narration, and is_unfailingly rewarded by shrieks_of laughter
from_the_eager listeners. No_more_perfect picture_could be imagined of
happy family life.

So the_days pass_for the Eskimo. Although there is_nothing unusual in
experiences such_as_these, they have for him a_distinct attraction. His
best thoughts are wedded_to the sea, the hard_life_upon_it is for him
the kernel_of existence--and when he is forced_to remain at_home, his
heart is heavy. But when he_grows_old--ah, then the saga is over._There
is_always a melancholy in old age,_and_nowhere_more than here. These
kindly old_men have also in their day_known strength and youth--times
when they were the pillars of_their little society._Now they have only
the memories_of_that_life left to them, and they must let themselves