“ Our notions of a paradise, with white-robed angels, silver and gold, gorgeous raiment, and shining mansions, have no charm for them. Such things the Eskimo has never dreamed of, and he cares not for them. To him earthly riches have no value. His ideal heaven would rather be a warm mud hut, with plenty of seal food, fair weather, and good hunting grounds.
The Eskimo is living in the Stone Age, and, while we have taken iron to him, he does not catch more seals, but fewer, than before. Even the rifle has done him harm. ”

“ The Eskimo himself has come to love deeply the land he lives in, for it is to him the world, and he is the human race. And yet, life for him begins at the point where other races the world over have found that life was impossible. ”

“ Thus, when he has seen men and women passing the long Winter months crowded into half-subterranean homes, where they sleep on benches packed together like fish on a market man's table, he can overlook their indifference as to exposure of their legs and torso. And, again, when he understands that European notions respecting legitimate children have sprung very largely from European ideas respecting the inheritance of property, he can understand why the Eskimo, who, strictly speaking, never has any property, has not acquired those strict notions. ”