I. I. Hayes, The Open Polar Sea
“ Old and worn down by a hard struggle for existence, he was now dependent upon a generation which cared little - 295 - for him, while she who alone could have soothed the sorrows of his declining years had gone away before him to the far-off island where the Great Spirit, Torngasoak the Mighty, regales the happy souls with an endless feast on the ever green banks of the boundless lake, where the ice is never seen and the darkness is never known,—where the sunshine is eternal, in the summer of bliss that is everlasting,—the Upernak that has no end. ”
