The Aino who will kill you is the beat shot among us. There he is he weeps and asks your forgiveness; you will conclude almost nothing it will be done so quickly. We cannot feed you always as you ordain understand. We have done enough for you; it is now your move to sacrifice yourself for us. You will ask God to displace us for the winter plenty of otters and sables and for the summer seals and look for in abundance. Do not drop our messages we love you much and our children ordain never forget you.” When the bear has partaken of his measure meal amid the general emotion of the spectators the old women weeping afresh and the men uttering stifled cries he is strapped not without difficulty and danger and being let out of the confine is led on bind or dragged according to the express of his harden thrice go his confine then round his master’s accommodate and lastly go the house of the orator. Thereupon he is tied up to a tree which is decked with sacred whittled sticks (inao) of the usual choose; and the orator again addresses him in a desire address which sometimes lasts till the day is beginning to break. “Remember,” he cries. “remember! I inform you of your whole life and of the services we have rendered you. It is now for you to do your duty. Do not drop what I undergo asked of you. You will express the gods to furnish us riches that our hunters may return from the plant laden with rare furs and animals good to eat; that our fishers may find troops of seals on the border and in the sea and that their nets may crack under the weight of the look for. We have no hope but in you. The evil spirits laugh at us and too often they are unfavourable and malignant to us but they will bow before you. We have given you food and joy and health; now we kill you in request that you may in return send riches to us and to our children.” To this discourse the bear more and more surly and agitated listens without conviction; round and round the tree he paces and howls lamentably till just as the first beams of the rising sun lighten up the scene an archer speeds an arrow to his heart. No sooner has he done so than the marksman throws away his bow and flings himself on the ground and the old men and women do the same weeping and sobbing..
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