The reason why men die, they tell us, is, that a woman of their nation once uttered these words; _Tokkolarlutik okko pillit, sillarsoak rettulisavet_, Let them die one after another; for else the world cannot hold them. Others relate it in this manner: two of the first men contended with one another, one said, _Kaut sarlune unnuinnarluna, innuit tokkosarlutik_; that is, Let there be day, and let there be night, and let not men die. The second said, _Unnuinnarlune, kausunane, innuit tokkosinnatik_; that is, Let there be nothing but night, and no day, and let men live; and after a long contention the first saying got the day. Of the origin of fishes and other sea animals they tell a ridiculous story, _viz._ an old man was once cutting chips off of a piece of wood; with these chips he rubbed himself between the thighs, and threw them into the sea, whereupon they immediately became fishes. But of a certain fish called hay, they derive his production from this accident, that a woman washing her hairs in her own water, a blast of wind came and carried away the clout with which she dried her hairs, and out of that clout was produced a hay fish; and for this reason they say, the flesh of this fish has got the smell of urine. They have got no notion of any different state of souls after death; but they fancy that all the deceased go into the land of the souls, as they term it. Nevertheless they assign two retreats for departed souls, _viz._ some go to Heaven, others to the centre of the Earth; but this lower retirement is in their opinion the pleasantest, inasmuch as they enjoy themselves in a delicious country, where the sun shines continually, with an inexhaustible stock of all sorts of choice provision. But this is only the receptacle of such women as die in labour, and of those that, going a whale fishing, perish at sea; this being their reward, to compensate the hardships they have undergone in this life; all the rest flock to Heaven.