THE GIANT – An excerpt from, A TREASURY OF ESKIMO TALES – By Clara K. Bayliss, 1922


THE GIANT
In days of old an enormous man lived with other members of the 
Inuit tribe in a village beside a large inlet. He was so tall 
that he could straddle the inlet, and he used to stand that way 
every morning and wait for the whales to pass beneath him. As 
soon as one came along he used to scoop it up just as easily 
as other men scoop up a minnow. And he ate the whole whale 
just as other men eat a small fish.

One day all the natives manned their boats to catch a whale 
that was spouting off the shore; but he sat idly by his hut. 
When the men had harpooned the whale and were having a hard time 
to hold it and keep their boats from capsizing, he rose and 
strolled down to the shore and scooped the whale and the boats 
from the water and placed them on the beach.

Another time when he was tired of walking about, he lay down 
on a high hill to take a nap. "You would better be careful," 
said the people, "for a couple of huge bears have been seen 
near the village." 

"Oh, I don't care for them. If they come too near me, throw 
some stones at me to waken me," he said with a yawn. The bears came, 
and the people threw the stones and grabbed their spears. The giant 
sat up. "Where are they? I see no bears. Where are they?" he asked. 

"There! There! Don't you see them?" cried the Inuit.

"What! those little things! They are not worth all this bustle. 
They are nothing but small foxes." And he crushed one between 
his fingers,and put the other into the eyelet of his boot to 
strangle it.
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