"My great grandfather, the magician without opponents—there was no one who dared to oppose him—has himself grown into a legend that folk repeat.
"It was over on the other side of the sea that once upon a time he was with another, reindeer-hunting, and during the chase they came suddenly upon a broad road, up in the mountains. They began to follow it, and a storm came on that blew them forward, till they were obliged to run. The broad road led them to a house, a large house, such as the white men build. They went in. On the stone sleeping-place inside lounged two big women; and one of them began to talk, and pointed to the other.
"'She, there, is not of our race, said the one who was talking, and when she had said this Qitdlarssuaq's hunting companion felt himself powerfully drawn towards the strange woman, and he sprang up and lay down by her side, and the strange woman covered him up with her blanket. When they had lain there for a little, and the others lifted the blanket, there he lay dead by her side.
"'I wonder whether they will kill me too?' thought my grandfather.
"'No,' suddenly said the woman who had first spoken, even before my grandfather had revealed his thought. 'No, we dare do nothing to thee! Thou art fire!' she said. I do not know what that was supposed to mean. But it was as though she saw my grandfather's thoughts palpably before her, without his requiring to speak. So he thought it would be best for him to go, and the woman knew it without his needing to say it.
"'Wait a little,' she said, and took a large feather and fanned the breath of life into his dead hunting companion. And he came back to life again. And the woman placed food before them and said, 'Eat before you go!' And when they had eaten they went. And the moment they found themselves on the road again a storm rose once more and carried them with it till they were obliged to run.
"Then they saw a house and crept in to rest. And as
