They strung them all on a walrus line and went back to the beach.
Koolee popped as many as she could into her pot to cook, but the
men were so hungry they ate theirs raw, and the twins and Koko
had as many fishes' eyes to eat as they wanted, for once in their
lives.

When everybody had eaten as much as he could possibly hold, the
babies were rolled up in furs in the sand and went to sleep. The
Angakok lay down on the sand in the sunshine with his hands over
his stomach and was soon asleep, too.

The men sat in a little group near by, and Menie and Koko lay on
their stomachs beside Kesshoo.

The women had gone a little farther up the beach. The air was
still, except for the rippling sound of the water, the distant
chatter of the women, the snores of the Angakok, and the buzzing
of mosquitoes!

For quite a long time everybody rested. Menie and Koko didn't go
to sleep. They were having too much fun. They played with shells
and pebbles and watched the mosquitoes buzzing over the Angakok's
face. There were a great many mosquitoes, and they seemed to like
the Angakok. At last one settled on his nose, and bit and bit.
Menie and Koko wanted to slap it, but, of course, they didn't
dare. They just had to let it bite!

All of a sudden the Angakok woke up and slapped it himself. He
slapped it harder than he intended to. He looked very much