AL WEST has told me that when he was living alone as the only white man in Alatna, Little Mary would frequently come around to invite him to her house for meals. "You no cook for yourself, open cans all time, no good," she would say. After a while, when he commenced to feel embarrassed at the number of times she was inviting him without any reciprocation on his part, she adopted a more tactful approach. She would send one of her little sons just before lunch time to ask Al to help her with some trivial matter, and then he would have to stay for lunch. She would always have some special reason. "You never eat whitefish eggs, you got to try them," she might say, and of course Al could not refuse such an invitation.
This story could just as well be reversed to illustrate the innumerable acts of white kindness to Eskimos. Either way it illustrates the fact that two such divergent races as the whites and the Eskimos are actually living together in almost perfect amity. They are continually exchanging visits in each other's homes, mingling together in conversation, eating together at meals, sharing the same cabins on the trail. At all social events they have standing of equal importance, except that the Eskimo girls are in greater demand than the white women at the dances because they are younger. There