A certain Eskimo man was taken on one of the expeditions to the North Pole a number of years ago. Later, as a reward for faithful service, he was brought to New York City for a short visit. He was amazed at what he saw. When he returned to his native village, he told stories of buildings that rose into the very face of the sky; of streetcars, which he described as houses that moved along the trail, with people living in them as they moved; of mammoth bridges, artificial lights, and all the other dazzling sights to be seen in the Big Apple of that day.

His people looked at him coldly and walked away. They began to call him Sagdluk, meaning The Liar, and this name he carried in shame to his grave. Long before his death his original name was entirely forgotten.

Sometime later another Eskimo…