Chapter 3
MECHANIC NABBED IN SIX RAPE SLAY-INGS, the headline screamed.
Over a period of eighteen months there had been six unsolved rape-killings in one city, and at last the police were convinced that they had the right man. Thirty-one-year-old Karl D. seemed a likely suspect. His convertible matched witnesses' descriptions of a car seen at two of the murder sites-he had once dated one of the victims and had done car repairs for another-and he had at one time been on probation on an assault charge involving a girl that he had beaten up in the balcony of a movie theatre.
For two weeks the trial was in the headlines, with much lurid detail being published about the gory crimes, but in the end Karl was found not guilty by the jury, since there had been no solid evidence offered against him. He dropped out of the headlines and out of sight and that was the end of the case of Karl the sadistic rapist as far as the public was concerned. Or was it?
Like any young and reasonably good-looking man accused of a lurid sex-crime, Karl was a marked man, in and out of prison. From the day of his arrest, letters by the hundreds poured in to him-not angry letters, threatening to cut his balls off-but letters full of love and sexual passion from girls and women of all ages, twelve to sixty. As the trial progressed and more and more intimate details of the rapes and mutilations were made known, the degree of passion in the letters increased correspondingly. The following is but a sampling of the general range and tone:
--from a forty-two-year-old housewife . ..
I know alright you're as innocent as a baby. I can tell by your looks . . . When you're out of there come and see me any time at all. My husband is never here days. Don't waste yourself on them young tramps. I'll give you what a man wants. I bet you have a good big one too and that's what I like. You can see from the picture that I got the place to put it wide open and waiting and you can see also I'm in pretty good shape all over.
--from a sixteen-year-old girl...
I'll come with you anywhere you want. They have to free you. They must! I pray for you every night, my sweet darling Karl. I'll let you do anything to me. Anything! Anything! XXXXXX!!
--from a college coed ...
The fucking pigs can't hold you, baby. What did they prove? Nothing! I know you'll be planning to split this fucking asshole town once you're out. If you need a chick-I'm ready. I'll take it any way you want to give it, baby-cause I dig it your way. The rougher the better-you dig?
--from the girls at Stacey's Grill.. .
Dear HOT COCK! SOCK IT TO US!!!!
Linda
Bernadette
Rita
Penny HE9-5518
Since Karl's mail was censored while he was in prison, most of this highly-combustible correspondence never reached him. But a courthouse clerk kept the above samples in his private file and allowed me to copy them. Good examples of unabashed rape-seekers, flocking like moths to the flame around a man who promises to give them agony with their ecstasy.
With some difficulty I tracked down Karl, now living in another city, to find out from him whether this flock of goony-birds had continued to plague him after his release and what, if anything, he had done about it.
He refused to talk at all about the crimes he had been charged with, other than to restate his innocence, but he was highly amused at my interest in the other aspect of his case and was happy to tell me all about the "weirdos" who had been pestering him by mail, by phone, and in person, begging for any little scrap of sexual attention he might toss their way-anything at all in the way of a sadistic assault. "I'm thinking seriously," he said, "of advertising a sex-crime service. I'd be a fucking millionaire in a month."
He described for me a few of his more bizarre experiences in dealing with these sex-hungry violation-hunters.
Karl-I'll give you an example of what was happening to me and why I had to move out of there to save my sanity and maybe save my life. You wouldn't believe the weirdos!
Here's one-this was typical. The doorbell rings one day. I go out and it's this chick about fifteen at the most. Her eyes are popping open like she's scared out of her fucking pants. She stutters, "Y-you wanta b-buy some-you want -wanta buy . . ." And then at that point her jaw gets stuck wide open and all of a sudden she lets out a scream and turns around and runs like hell. I laugh and go back inside. I figure some kid dared her to do it probably. I've had that kind before.
But then a little later I hear some commotion out on the back porch. I open the door and here she is again-the same chick-flattened out against the screening, her mouth still wide open, and she's making little squeaky mouse-noises.
"Did you want something?" I asked her, trying like hell to look lovable and harmless.
She sort of giggled and then surprised hell out of me by charging straight towards me and ducking past and right on into my goddam kitchen.
I had a real sinking feeling as I went inside. Once you let 'em in the house, man, it can be murder. And this was the worst possible kind to get tangled up with. Underage-nervous and jittery-right on the borderline of screaming, throwing fits, yelling to the high heavens. Big big trouble here-the worst kind. That's all I needed was another rape charge hung on me from some hysterical teen-age baton-twirler.
And there she is in the fucking kitchen, cowering behind the refrigerator, shivering all over and babbling like a baby.
"What do you want?" I said. "Will you please get out of here?"
"No-o! No-o!" she starts screeching. "Don't come near me!"
Man, she's gonna have all the neighbors over here with shot guns if this keeps up. I gotta do something and quick. So I lunge for her and grab her, and I clamp a hand over her mouth to cut off the whooping. Then I march her over towards the back door again to chuck her the hell outside, but she's squirming around like a snake and pressing her ass against my crotch and whimpering like a sick puppy dog.
She seems to have quieted down though as far as the worst screeching goes, so I let loose of her mouth when we get to the door and I'm telling her, "Now you get outta here, kid, and don't come back or we'll both be in a big mess of trouble. Whatever it is you want, I ain't peddling it."
She leans her head back and lays her face right up alongside mine and says in this little kindergarten voice, "Please do it to me. Please. I want you to. I won't tell nobody. I promise."
She sounds like a little kid begging for a lollipop and promising to be good. I gotta laugh. "What is it you want me to do exactly?" I asked her.
She looked a little confused. Just like I figured -she probably didn't even know what "it" was, that she was begging for. A goddam virgin, most likely.
"Anything!" she said. "Whatever you want to do is okay."
Oh great. "How about a kiss?" I said, figuring that might fill the bill for her and get her off my back. Her eyes lit up, so I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a nice fatherly kiss- or at least that's what I intended it to be, but she opened her mouth and plastered her lips all over mine and started tonguing me to beat hell. And the next thing I knew she grabbed the front of my pants and got a grip on my prick like she was gonna pull it out by the root. She was no innocent baby at all-that chick.
I tried to peel myself away from her, but she held on tight and her legs started riding up alongside mine-rubbing all along my thighs. I was beginning to get mad by then, and I shoved her back hard against the wall and pulled the door open.
"Get the hell out of here now," I said.
But she danced away from me back into the room. "You tried to rape me," she said, all sing-songy. "I could tell somebody and that would fix you. What if I did?"
I opened the door wider and slapped it with my hand. "Come on! Come on! OUT!"
But she wasn't acting scared or hysterical anymore. She was tickled silly to see me sweating.
She knew how vulnerable I was, goddam her. She pulled her skirt up over her belly then, giving me a head-on display of her transparent peek-a-boo panties and all the golden goodies underneath.
Then she giggled and raised one leg up toward me, waggling her foot in the air. "I'm gonna tell everybody that you raped me." Another giggle. "Unless you really do-and then I won't tell nobody. Except my girl friend. I promised I'd tell her all about it. And then she's gonna come over here tomorrow to get hers, so I hope you got plenty of juice for both of us. Cause both of us decided we want to get raped by the raper." She jumped up and down like a kid in a tantrum. "You gotta-you gotta-you gotta!"
All a big fucking game to her. It was just like I'd figured it was in the first place. She and her stupid girl friend probably dared each other. Maybe they drew straws to see which of 'em would come to get raped first.
I closed the door again, trying to keep calm. If I lost my temper over this, we'd both be cooked, believe me.
"Ain't you got nothing better to do than bug me?" I said to her, trying to appeal to her good instincts if any. But I knew I was sunk already. When a chick like this has got her mind set on getting laid, there's no way of talking her out of it. She had her hand stuffed down inside her panties now, ruffling the hairy bush, with one finger dragging low and tap-tap-tapping on her twat-slot, which I could see plain as day.
"Why don't you go call on your boyfriend?" I said. "He'll be glad to help you out if you want to get laid."
She stuck out her tongue and flicked it like a snake's fangs. "I want to get raped by the famous raper."
You see what I mean? That's what it comes down to with all these fucked-up broads. I said, "Listen-I never raped nobody. They found me not guilty-remember? They found out they arrested the wrong guy. And you got the wrong guy too, kid."
"I betcha you did rape all them women. I can tell. You look like a raper."
Then she reached behind her neck all of a sudden and I could see she was about to unzip the back of her dress. In one more second this scene was gonna be completely out of hand.
"Look, kid - I'll tell you what," I said. "I got a hell of a headache today and I wouldn't be no good for you actually. Why don't you come back tomorrow and bring your friend with you then and we'll see what we can work out for the two of you together. Okay? I promise, I'll give you both any kind of action you want. Agreed?"
She was jumping up and down again. "Raper - raper - raper!" she yelled at me. I was gonna have to shut her the hell up again. This shit wasn't funny anymore.
So I moved in on her to grab hold and maybe slap some sense into her head. But she ducked away from me and ran out of the kitchen into the hall. She wanted me to chase her, but I figured I wouldn't even bother. I could hear her running up the stairs, yelling, "Ha ha-ha ha," taunting me. Let her run around, I figured - wear herself down. Maybe it'd cool off her hot pants.
I sat down and lit a cigarette to wait her out.
But then after about ten minutes of dead silence, I had to start worrying again. No sounds at all. What the fuck was she up to? I decided I better go upstairs and see. She could be wrecking the joint.
So I went out to the hall and called to her. "Where the hell are you?" Not a peep. "Come down here, goddammit, or I call the cops."
It looked like I was gonna have to go up there after her. But I'd try to take her by surprise, wherever she was, so I sneaked up the stairs real quiet.
No sign of her in the upper hall. She hadda be in the bedroom, playing hide-and-go-seek on me. But then, just as I got set to pop open the bedroom door and scare the shit out of her, she did the same thing to me. A streak of lightning came exploding out of the bathroom with a big screech and leaps on me like a fucking wildcat. And she's not only stark naked, she's also soaking wet and covered with soapsuds.
I go sprawling on my back and she's all over me, giggling and screeching, trying to tickle my ribs with one hand and grabbing for a hand-hold on my prick with the other. Well shit! I'd had it with her goddam crap. No more kid gloves and child psychology for her. She might be underage, but she needed somebody to teach her a goddam lesson not to fuck around with a man in the sex department unless she's ready to take the consequences.
So I gave her about a count of ten and then I suddenly clamped onto her wrists and rolled her over and pinned her down. I laid my face right over hers and looked right into her eyes with the best mad sex-fiend expression I had in me. She quit giggling and actually looked a little scared again.
I gave her my mad monster chuckle and said, "Kid - you asked for it and you're gonna get it, by God. You want to know what it's like getting raped? I'll give you the complete home study course with a laboratory demonstration. Then you can go and tell your girl friend what a groovy time you had, getting your little pussy fucked from here to next Christmas."
She shivered and started giggling again, but it was from nervousness now. And she was plenty nervous - believe me.
"Don't you - hurt me," she said. Her voice was little and squeaky and her lips were trembling.
I laughed. I was beginning to enjoy it then for the first time. The little bitch had a hell of a body on her at that, now that I was getting a good top-to-bottom look at it. She looked goddam tempting, all slick and shiny from the soapy water. I made up my mind right then that I was gonna fuck her little ass off. Why the hell not?
I could have turned her loose right then and she probably would have lit out for home like a scared rabbit. But I didn't feel like letting her go. I had to teach her not to fuck around with a situation she ain't equipped to handle. It had gone too far now for me to let her off without giving her something to remember.
I locked both of her wrists together in a one-hand grip and with the other hand I went for one of her ripe little tits and give it a good hard grab and a jiggle.
"Don't expect no fucking mercy from me," I told her. "Us mad rapers don't give no mercy. Our union don't allow it."
Now she started whimpering and tried to press her legs together, but I got my legs in between hers and nudged them apart. Then I let go her boob and ran my hand down over her belly and crotch, digging all the way to be sure she felt it, and settled onto her hot little pussy to give it a taste of hand-action. Just as I'd expected, she was already soaking wet down there, and it wasn't from the bath-water. I gave the whole hairy scene a good brisk knuckling and diddling and fingernail scratching until she was damn near jumping out of her skin, and then I snaked a finger up inside the pearly gates to check out the passageway to pussy heaven.
I was some relieved to find that there wasn't no cherry blocking up the entry, although I wouldn't have been too surprised if there had been. You'd never believe some of these young teeny-boppers I've run into - swinging their asses and talking dirty and begging for it - and then they turn out to be goddam virgins all the time and scared shitless at the thought of losing it. All talk and no action.
This kid gave a violent shudder when my finger ran up her tube about two knuckle's worth and she started wailing, "Lemme go-lemme go. Don't rape me - please. I was only fooling around. I didn't mean nothing."
I gave her a good laugh on that - right square in her face. "You little cock-teasing bitch. You come in a man's house uninvited - strap bareass- throw yourself on him and pin him to the fucking floor - grab his cock and damn near pull it off - beg him to please rape you - and you didn't mean nothing by it. Bullshit, little lady. You played with firecrackers one time too often. The famous raper is gonna give you just what the hell you came here looking for. And maybe a little more besides, just so you don't forget it in a hurry."
All this time I'm finger-fucking her to beat hell and working up a good serviceable hard-on for myself in the process.
"No - no," she says. "Please lemme go, mister. I'll clear out of here right away and I won't make no more trouble for you - I promise."
I laughed again. "You talk too fucking much," I said, and I closed her mouth with a big fat slobbery kiss. She went on wiggling and whimpering and wheezing, but with my tongue a half-a-yard down her throat, she couldn't make too much noise anymore. But then she made her big mistake of the day, just when I was beginning to feel good-natured again. She bit me, the son of a bitch, right on the fucking lip. All of a sudden I went into a blind fucking rage and wanted to kill that little shit.
I raised up off her and gave her a good cunt-gouge with my inserted finger, and then I pulled my hand up out of her crotch and hauled off and belted her a beaut across the face. "Goddam little bitch!" Then I hit her another swipe on a backhand swing that really rocked her head. I never wanted to tear a fucking female apart the way I did then. But I managed to keep control of myself. It would be good enough, I figured, to give her the knock-down, slam-bang fucking of her young life - no holds barred. Pump her hot little cunt full of juice until it came oozing out of her ears.
First though she was going to get a good scare that might take about ten years off her life. I jumped up off her and stood straddling her; sucking my bloody lip. She just lay there under me, shivering all over, staring up at me with her big fawn eyes. Yeh, she was very well put together. I was gonna enjoy that sweet little body - all pink and soapy - with her pretty little titties heaving up and down with her heavy breathing. Shit - them tits'd be heaving a lot more before I got finished with her.
I grabbed onto her ankles and started dragging her down the hall. "No - please -- no," she's saying, but not very loud. Maybe she didn't want to get me stirred up any more than I was already.
I hauled her over to the bathroom and on inside. Just as I'd figured from the sudsy look of her, the bathtub was full of soapy water practically to the brim and both faucets still running full-force. I switched them off and then I picked her up, all slippery and squirming and squealing for mercy, and I dumped her kersplash down into that tub head first. Then I picked up her ankles again and lifted 'em sky-high, shoving her head down into the soapy depths, hoping she'd swallow about a gallon of it. She was trying desperately to grab onto the sides of the goddam tub and pull herself up to the surface, but with her legs and ass in the air the way I had 'em and her whole body practically standing on end, she was in a pretty fucking helpless position.
Water was splashing all over hell and I got pretty soaked myself, but she already had me all smeared up with soap anyhow, so it didn't matter to me. I let her go glub-glub a little longer and then I let go of her legs and down went her ass in a great big splash into the tub. She came thrashing up to the surface, coughing and gasping and spewing out water all over the damn room, and just about collapsed over the side of the tub, with her fat little boobs draped on the edge, little streams of water dribbling off her drenched hair and the tip of her nose and chin and the nipples of her titties. I'd say she looked like she was about two-thirds drowned.
While she was coming back to life again, I figured I'd pull my clothes off and get myself set up for round number two. I wasn't ready to let her go running home to mama yet, by God. I was gonna get myself a good soul-satisfying piece of ass out of this day's work. Goddam - I'd earned it!
So I got myself into a naked condition pretty quick and then I piled into the goddam bathtub on top of her and pulled the plug. Let the water drain away while I got things moving, and then we'd have ourselves a little sudsy fuck in the bottom of the empty tub, which ain't too bad of a frolic.
I always did like a ripe young pair of boobs, riding high and pointy on a teeny-bopper chest, and so I went to work on her cute little tangerines, giving them a good squashing and twiddling on the nipple-points. Meanwhile I was getting in a good lot of warm, wet, slippery, slimy, belly-rubbing - fitting our two fronts together and lining up the lower regions for a prick and pussy connection. She was still in a little bit of a state of shock I guess, still shivering, and was hardly resisting me at all. I was ready to give her another good belt if she tried any more of her shit, but she seemed pretty tame now, and after I'd been working on her boobs awhile and belly-bumping around, she actually started to warm up and show a little interest in what was going on. I think the nipple-twiddling was getting to her finally. She began whimpering a little and moving her hips against me, and then all of a sudden she threw her arms around my neck and pulled herself up tight against me. She humped her hips up and down a couple of times - driving her crotch against my prick, which she could feel pressing against her belly, hard as a fucking rock.
"Rape me - rape me," she whispered. "Plee-eeze!"
Here we were, back on that rape me shit again, but this time I was prepared to oblige her. We were sloshing around in shallow water by that time, as the sudsy tubful drained away underneath us. I reached a hand down under her ass and lifted the cheeks, raising her spread crotch up towards me, and wormed my prick down under her belly and laid the straining head of it right on the pussy bullseye. I held it there where she could feel it and strummed up and down with my thumb on her clit, which was swollen with her hot blood and quivering in anticipation of the imminent rape.
"Do it -- do it to me," she's whispering, all in a sweaty little passion now. "Rape me - rape me - rape me." All her hot little masturbation dreams are just about to come true for her. I bet she's thinking oh man, if my girlfriend could only see me now!
My dinkus, all slicked up with a soapy lubrication, slips up through the slats of her slit without too much fussing around and slides up into the hole as if it was machine-tooled to fit. She ain't all that tight as you might think for a little baby-faced school kid. I get the feeling from the easy entry and the matter-of-fact way she arches her hips and helps me to ride it into her that she's probably had her share of shaftings before. She could be the number-one put-out in the junior high school, for all I know. So what am I worried about? Enjoy it, man, I'm telling myself. She came here to get her cunt fucked, so sock it to her.
With my prick shoved up in her hole, she let out a little sigh of satisfaction and started humping her ass up and down, splatting her cheeks against the wet bottom of the tub with little kissing sounds, and at that point I reared back and began to do a little humping and driving of my own.
I had no intentions of letting her take over the initiative again on this little "rape" operation. From here on out it was gonna be my show, goddammit. After all - I got a reputation as "the famous raper" to protect. Whatever she expected out of this in the way of a fuck-session, I was determined to give her about twice as much action as she was looking for and make goddam sure she never forgot it.
I pulled her up against me so I could get plenty of body contact all the way down, from tits to knees and everything in between, and then I began ramming it home like a goddam pile-driver, shafting it up and down her pussy-passage like there was no to morrow.
From there on I didn't give her a chance to catch her breath for a second. Bam - bam - bam. Every time I'd sock it into her she'd let out a little puff of air and a squeak along with it, like one of them rubber baby-dolls when you squeeze it in your hand.
I kept speeding up the pace too, as long as I went - wham - wham - wham -- right up to the pop-off, and when I finally shot off my load, I must've goddam near crushed nine of her ribs, the bear-hug I put on her.
Then I let her loose and she sort of collapsed back down in the tub like she was all used up and pooped out; but I wasn't hardly begun with her. I jumped out of the tub and pulled her out after me, and she sank down in a heap on the floor at my feet with a foolish knocked-out happy-looking expression on her face.
"Come on, kid. Don't quit on me now," I said. "The fun ain't even started."
I guess she wasn't ready to quit yet at that. Down on the floor she began grabbing at my legs with her face pressing in between my knees, trying to pull herself up to get at the action area again. I dug my knee into her face and she began planting little kisses all over it.
"I'll give you something tastier than that to lick on," I told her, and I went down onto my knees so that my prick came into her range. She made a lunge for it and gobbled it into her mouth with a big wide-open bite and started slurping away on it like it was her breakfast.
I was still prick-hard enough to fuck my way through a brick wall - this hot little chick really had me turned on -- and I wasn't about to stand still for a plain old prick-licking. Maybe she thought she was gonna show me how good she was at blow-jobs, but I was still the teacher here and she still had lessons to learn.
So I grabbed onto her head and squashed her face against my belly and then I started humping again - driving my prick in and out of her lips, riding it on her tongue, reaming her gullet until I shot off my load again. I pulled out of her then and she went into a coughing and spitting fit-spewing come juices all over the joint.
"There now," I told her, "you can tell your friend that you had your face raped too."
"Gee; you're too rough" she sputtered, wiping off her smeared-up face. "Take it easy."
"Oh shit, honey," I told her. "Us rapers are a rough bunch. We just don't know when to quit. You all ready now for lesson number three?"
She gave me her big-eyed, frightened look again. "No more - please. Can't I go now? I have to - really. My mother will be looking for me."
"Well, don't you worry our pretty little head about mama," I said. "Just tell her you was out getting yourself raped by the world-famous raper. If it'll help any, I'll write you a note to take home to her."
I wasn't through with the little bitch yet. There was still one hole to go before all the cavities had been filled. I picked her up again and this time I draped her sweet carcass, belly down, over the edge of the bathtub with her head hanging inside and her legs sprawled out onto the floor.
"What are you doing?" she whined.
"Setting you up for a little continental-style rape-job. This one'll make great conversation material for you around the schoolyard."
I moved in between her legs and laid my hands on her up-thrust ass-cheeks and spread them wide, unveiling her little brown beauty to my wondering eyes.
"Oh no-o," she wailed as she felt my fingertip measuring the inside dimensions of her puckered shit-vent.
"You oughta be thankful," I said. "You don't get this kind of complete service from every goddam raper that comes along."
This asshole business wasn't exactly my usual thing, frankly, but in her case I was making an exception.
I laid my pecker-head on the mark and nudged it in enough to get it started, and then I rocked and shoved my hips until I slipped up inside far enough to get some traction. Then I leaned over her and grabbed onto her tits with a good tight grip and I began ramrodding in and out of her ass like and old sheep herder.
She started out with a lot of moaning and wailing, but once I got the groove broken in and the old weenie riding on a smooth track, she relaxed pretty good and began rocking with me, and it looked like she was beginning to enjoy the sensations.
As far as I was concerned, I had a surprisingly good fuck for my money. Her asshole gave me a lot tighter cock-squeeze than her cunt had done. I guess it hadn't had as much wear and tear from all the high school hot-rods as her hot and hairy front-gate.
I popped off pretty quick up her ass and that was the end of it - period. I'd run out of holes and I'd run out of juice - pretty well shot my load by that time. I'd emptied my balls and worked all the starch out of my weenie.
The goddam girl though - I thought she'd begging for mercy by that time - but she was full of piss and vinegar all over again, now that she was free to put her clothes on and go home.
She threw herself onto me, hugging my neck and jumping up and down the way she did in the kitchen. "Rape my pussy again - please. Just once more then I'll go. Please! Let's do it on the floor, laying flat."
I picked up her fucking clothes and threw them in her face. "Will you get your fucking ass the hell out of here quick!" I told her. "I fucked with you all I'm gonna." I laid my fist against her nose. "You get my meaning? I'm gonna count ten and then POW!"
So finally she put her goddam clothes on again and I hustled her out. In the doorway she said, "I'm bringing my friend over tomorrow - okay?"
Thanks for the warning. I said, "Yeh - you do that. I can't wait to meet your friend."
You see what I mean about being pestered? This was typical. And it went on every goddam day practically!
Isley - Did she come back with her friend next day?
Karl - Goddamn if I know. I wasn't there to find out. I moved the hell out of there the next morning -went to a hotel to get a little peace. I finally had to get out of town altogether and come here or I'd have lost my fucking sanity. Over here nobody ever heard of the "famous raper" before, thank God.
Isley-Nobody bothers you here?
Karl-It's beautiful! Used to be the phone ringing all day and all night- talk about your obscene phone calls! And I'd be sitting in my car and some fat housewife would open the door and jump in beside me-they'd follow me on the street-peek in my windows-goose me in the supermarket. I suppose Rock Hudson has to put up with that shit all the time, but I don't need it, brother!
It looked as if Karl had found peace at last in his new town, but a short time later came a report that he'd been arrested again--charged with assault and attempted rape on a seventeen-year-old girl. The charge was dropped when the girl was proven to be of very loose character and discovered to be already three months pregnant from a sixty-year-old man she has been living with.
But Karl's troubles just seem to go on and on as his rapist reputation follows him and plagues him everywhere. The last I heard-possibly just a rumor -was that he had moved to Alaska to seek peace and quiet among the Eskimos.