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There was a hunter, a very good one, the only one in the village. He was killing ringed seals, large thong-seals. Five brothers, doers of violence, robbed the people of their food. Two daughters of the hunter grew up, and said, "Our father has fed us till we are full-grown. Shall we permit him to be robbed any more?" They pitied their father.
So they began to exercise, became quite strong, and at last killed the violence-doers, with all their kin.
Told by Loloi´ġịn, a Maritime Chukchee man, in the village of Če´čin, May, 1901.