They had no blubber when they stopped. So they took soft, freshly drifted snow & put it in their lamps & it burned.
They had come down at a village. A man came to their house & said:
Look, they are burning snow in their lamps. Snow can burn.
But the moment these words were uttered, they lamp went out.
Inugpasugjuk. “Eskimo Prose Poems.” Technicians of the Sacred. Ed. Jerome Rothenberg. Garden City, NY: Anchor Books, 1969.