When hunting, an Inuit man makes an igloo a day. Some of them have ice windows.

Once a day he walks away from the snow house by the snow hill.

An Inuit elder who saw an airplane says, It was talked about for along time. It was constantly talked about as something that looked like a loon that did not flap its wings.

When the plane becomes the loon whose wings do not close, it takes something from the man he will not recover.