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Origin of Fog


When the land was young, Tuniqs and Inuit lived, but were enemies. One day a hunter goes fishing for his catch for his family hungers, he fishes and catches nothing all day, he looks everywhere upon the land but there is no game.

Finally, he sees a man in the distance growing ever bigger the closer he comes, it is a Tuniq. Seeing the giant, the hunter realizes his life is in danger, so to avoid certain death, the hunter lies down and acts dead.

The giant reaches him and seeing the puny Inuit, he lifts him up to see if he breathes, but the hunter was smart and held his breath. "He is dead" thinks the giant and so grabbing the hunter he carries him across his back back to his Tuniq home. The man continues to pretend death.

Along the way, as the Giant marches homeward, the smart hunter grabs unto small trees and shrubs then releasing them thus impeding the Giant and making him weary. Again and again the smart hunter pulls upon the trees, and so by the time the Giant arrives at his home, the giant is exhausted. The giant leans the hunter who he thought was dead in the corner to eat later, then he lies down to sleep for he is tired.

As the Giant finally sleeps, the smart hunter reaches back and using the Giant's axe, he chops him and then is able to run away, back toward his own lands. But the Giant's wife who was gathering wood for cooking the hunter sees him and gives chase.

The Wife quickly is overtaking the hunter, so the hunter chops into the land and a river springs forth with him on the other side. The Wife stops and looks at the water and looks at the river. "How did you get across"? she asks.

The smart hunter responds, "I drank it."

The Wife begins drinking..and drinking ..and drinking. The more she drinks, the bigger she gets but there is still water left..so she drinks more until she exploding, spraying water droplets far and wide which becomes fog. Unable to see, the smart hunter stays put, until the wind comes and blows away the fog. Only then does the smart hunter return to his family.

 

Stories courtesy of Jim McMillan, Bayat Gallery

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