beautiful stream of clear water came dashing down over the rocks
into the sea.

The hills sloped suddenly down to the shore. The sun shone
brightly on the green slopes, and the high cliffs behind shut off
the cold north winds. It was a little piece of summer set right
down in the valley.

"Oh, how beautiful!" everybody cried.

The boats were soon drawn up on the beach, the women and children
tumbled out, and then began preparations for dinner.

The women got out their cooking pots, and Koolee set to work to
make a fireplace out of three stones.

They had blubber and moss with them, but how could they get a
fire? They had no matches. They had never even heard of a match.

The Angakok sat down on the beach. He had some little pieces of
dry driftwood and some dried moss.

He held one end of a piece of driftwood in a sort of handle which
he pressed against his lips. The other end was in a hollow spot
in another piece of wood.

The Angakok rolled one driftwood stick round and round in the
hollow spot of the other. He did this by means of a bow which he
pulled from one side to the other. This made the stick whirl
first one way, then back again. Soon a little smoke came curling