“Ootah!  Ootah!  May his kaneg (head) swell with the great fire!  May he see horrors that do not exist—­what the wicked dead dream in their frigid hell!  May the wrath of the spirits descend upon him!  May the wrath of the spirits descend upon him!”

Sipsu uttered short howls.  Maisanguaq joined in the incantation, and re-echoed the blighting curses.

“May he suffer from kangerdlugpoq (terrible body pains).  May they end not!  May he lie awake forever!  May he never sleep!  May his teeth chatter during the great dark!”

Sipsu groaned.  He worked himself into an ecstasy of torture.  His form became a black whirling figure in the dim tent.

“May Ootah’s eyes close, may the lids swell; may they burn with fire.”

“May he never see the light of day—­may he never aim the arrow—­may his harpoons strike forever in the darkness!” Maisanguaq replied rancorously.  “May the wrath of the spirits descend upon him!”

“May Ootah’s tongue fasten to his mouth—­may it be as the tongues of dead ahmingmah (musk oxen),” chanted Sipsu.  “May he never speak—­may Annadoah never hear his voice,” chorused Maisanguaq.

“May Ootah lose his pungo (dogs); may they all die!”

Maisanguaq, caught by the evil contagion, began to sway his body in rhythm to the weird dance.

“May Ootah become a cripple!  May he break his bones!  May he lie helpless for years!  May his shadow leave him!  May he suffer with the greatest of all pains!”

As he uttered this terrible curse, desiring that Ootah’s shadow, wherein exists the soul, might depart from his still-living body, and thus cause the most excruciating bodily anguish, Sipsu sank exhausted to the ground.  He writhed in a paroxysm.

“May Ootah die slowly; may his legs die, may his hands die—­yea, may the spirits of his body be severed from one another as ice fields in the breaking; may the spirit of his hands, the spirit of his feet, the spirit of his lungs, the spirit of his head, the spirit of his heart wander apart—­may they be torn asunder as the clouds in a storm!  May they wander apart forever seeking and may they never find themselves!  May Ootah suffer as never suffered the unhappy dead!”

And Maisanguaq’s deep voice growled hatefully: 

“May Ootah’s body lie unburied!  May he rot upon the earth!  May the ravens peck out his eyes!  May a murderer drink his blood!  May the wolves eat his heart!  May the spirit of the fog grow fat upon his entrails!  And may the spirits of his body scatter—­as the clouds in the wild anore (winds) scatter!  May his soul forever seek to find its kindred spirits unavailingly and suffer in Sila, (throughout the universe) forever!”

From under a pile of skins Sipsu, his chant subsiding, brought forth a bundle.  Opening it, he revealed a collection of old bones; there were the bones of musk oxen, seals, walrus and smaller animals.