Introduction-E
Introduction-E
Introduction-E
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Saullu: I will be buried facing north.<br />
The one who was being buried was wrapped in caribou skin?<br />
Saullu: Yes, they were wrapped in caribou skin, if there was no fabric available.<br />
The body was then carried?<br />
Saullu: Yes, or they were pulled on sleds or taken by dogteam if the person had wished<br />
to be buried at a specific site on the land. They would be buried at the site they had<br />
asked to be buried at. These are the only things I know. Some did not want to be buried<br />
nearby, because they didn’t want their children and husbands going to the graves too<br />
often. This is what I have heard and know.<br />
If someone in your family died, did you go to visit the grave?<br />
Saullu: Yes, we used to go and see the grave. Only on the third day, like when Jesus rose<br />
from the dead.<br />
You could only go and see the grave on the third day ?<br />
Saullu: Yes, but we didn’t stop going to see them even after they were buried.<br />
Pauloosie: Sometimes people even went to eat beside the grave.<br />
Saullu: I used to go along when they went to eat beside the grave.<br />
Pauloosie: It wasn’t a big feast, but they used to go there and eat in order to include that<br />
person.<br />
Saullu: The act of going to eat at the grave site was called tunillak. The people were said<br />
to be tunillattut when they went to eat at the gravesite of the one who was once among<br />
them. I used to go along.<br />
Did they only go once to tunillak?<br />
Saullu: No, they would do this now and then, isn’t that so?<br />
Pauloosie: Yes.<br />
Saullu: But not too often. Maybe they were following an old tradition.<br />
Pauloosie: Yes. It’s an old tradition.<br />
Saullu: Yes, maybe they were following old traditions. I only knew about this from old<br />
women, not from those who have died recently. I knew about this when we still lived in<br />
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