roared, the glaciers split with a thundering sound, 
and the vast masses were scattered in their fall 
into a million fragments: it was a splendid Green- 
land summer night! At the distance of about a 
hundred paces lay a sick man under an open tent, 
formed of the skins of animals; life still stirred in 
his warm blood, but he must die; he himself 
knows it, and all those who stand round him 
know it too: so his wife was already sewing him 
up in a skin, that she might not have to touch 
the dead body. And she asked him: ‘Do you wish 
to be buried beneath the hard snow upon the 
rocks? * will adorn the place with your Kajac 
and your arrows; or would you rather be let down 
into the sea?’ ‘Intn the =ea.’ he whispered, as he 
nodded his head. and a melancholy smile played 
over his cruntenance. ‘Ay, it is a pleasant summer 
ten: - fe woman; ‘thousands of seals sport 
ther + walruss sleeps at your feet, and the 
cha< and free from danger!’ And the 
chili 
' ‘amentations 
tore away the skin which was stretched across 
was dics