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 a long 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.