[This is a very free translation of the Song of the Returning Hunter, as the men used to sing it after seal-spearing. The Inuit always repeat things over and over again.]

Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,

Our furs with the drifted snow,

As we come in with the seal — the seal!

In from the edge of the floe.

Au jana! Aua! Oha! Haq!

And the yelping dog-teams go,

And the long whips crack, and the men come back,

Back from the edge of the floe!

We tracked our seal to his secret place,

We heard him scratch below,

We made ou............