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Keesh looked down and smiled:" No, Kexueguan. I am a boy, I know nothing of magic or wichcraft. But I have found an easy way to kill the ice bear. It is headcraft, not wichcraft." "And will you tell us, Keesh?" Kexueguan asked the shaking boy. "I would tell you, it is very simple."

Watch. Keesh picked up a thin piece of will ball, the ends were pointed and sharp as a knife. Keesh bent the bow into a circle. Suddenly he let the ball go, and it became straight with a sharp snap. He picked up a piece of seal meat. "So," he said, "first make a circle with a sharp thin piece of will bow, put the circle of the bow inside some seal meat, put it in the snow to freeze. The bear eat the ball of meat with a circle of bow inside. When the meat gets inside the bear, the meat gets warm and the bow goes snap. The sharp points make the bear sick. It is easy to kill them. It is simple."

Gulk said:" Oh!" Kexueguan said:" Ah!" Each said something in his own way. And all understood.

That is the story of Keesh, who lived long ago on the edge of the polar sea. Because he used head craft instead of witchcraft, He rose from the poorest Egolu to be the chief in the village. And for the years that followed, his people were happy. No one cried at night with pains of hunger.

You have heard the story Keesh, it was written by Jack London. Your story teller was Shep O'Neal. This is Shelly Griff.