The Inuit didn’t fear the cold; they took advantage of it. During the 1950s the Canadian government ****** the Inuit into settlements. A ****** from Arctic Bay told me this fantastic story of their grandfather who refused to go. The ******, fearful for his life, took away all of his tools and all of his implements, thinking that would ***** him into the settlement. But instead, he just slipped out of an igloo on a cold Arctic night, pulled down his caribou and sealskin trousers, and defecated into his hand. As the ***** began to freeze, he shaped it into the form of an implement. And when the blade started to take shape, he put a spray of saliva along the leading edge to sharpen it. That’s when what they call the “**** *****” took form. He used it to butcher a dog. Skinned the dog with it. Improvised a sled with the dog’s rib cage, and then, using the skin, he harnessed up an adjacent living dog. He put the **** ***** in his belt and disappeared into the night.
