It would have been thought very disrespectful.
When the game grew scarce, or they got tired of camping in one
spot everything was piled into their boats again, and away they
went up the coast until they found another place they liked
better. Then they would set up their tents again.
Sometimes they came to other camps and had a good time meeting
new people and making new friends.
At last, late in August, the sun slipped down below the edge of
the World again. It stayed just long enough to fill the sky with
wonderful red and gold sunset clouds, then it came up again. The
next night there was a little time between the sunset sky and the
lovely colors of the sunrise.
The next night was longer still. Each day grew colder and colder.
Still the people lingered in their tents. They did not like to
think the pleasant summer was over, and the long night near.
But at last Kesshoo said, "I think it is time to go back to
winter quarters. The nights are fast growing longer. The snow may
be upon us any day now. I don't know of a better place to settle
than the village where we spent last winter. The igloos are all
built there ready to use again. What do you say? Shall we go back
there?"
"Yes, let us go back," they all said.
II.
The very next day they started. The boats were heavily loaded
with dried fish, there were great piles of new skins heaped in
the woman boats, and every kyak towed a seal.
For days they traveled along the coast, stopping only for rest
and food.
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