A tribe of Eskimos gathered at Karnah, far North on the coast of Greenland. Fur clad, tallow-faced, they squatted in a ring. Before them all, the previously respected Eskimo Kudlooktoo confessed himself a murderer.
"I shot the white man Marvin," ran the confession of Eskimo, Kudlooktoo. "Seventeen years ago I shot him to save the life of my friend Inuhitsoq. Now I am a Christian. I have just learned to be a Christian. I confess."
The Eskimos, having heard Kudtooktoo's confession, shuffled off. He was a fool to confess, they thought. Except—what did...
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