She was making a
beautiful new suit for Menie. It was made of fawn-skin as soft as
velvet, and the hood and sleeves were trimmed with white rabbit's
fur.
Her thimble was made of ivory, and her needle too. Her thread was
a fine strip of hide. There was a bunch of such thread beside
her.
Soon Kesshoo came in, bringing with him a dried fish and a piece
of bear's meat, from the storehouse.
Koolee looked up from her sewing. "Isn't it five sleeps since you
killed the bear?" she said.
Kesshoo counted on his fingers. "Yes," he said, "it is five
sleeps."
"Then it is time to eat the bear's head," said Koolee. "His
spirit is now with our fathers."
"Why not have a feast?" said Kesshoo. "There hasn't been any
fresh meat in the village since the bear was killed, and I don't
believe the rest have had anything to eat but dried fish. We have
plenty of bear's meat still."
Koolee hopped down off the bench and put some more moss into the
lamp.
"You bring in the meat," she said, "and tell the twins to go to
all the igloos and invite the people to come at sunset."
"All right," Kesshoo answered, and he went out at once to the
storehouse to get the meat.
II.
When he came out of the tunnel, Kesshoo found the twins trying to
make a snow house for the dogs. They weren't getting on very
well.
Kesshoo could make wonderful snow houses. He had made a beautiful
one when the first heavy snows of winter had come, and the family
had lived in it while Koolee finished building the stone igloo.
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