video. As well as many ladies and gentlemen, there are groups of people on the coast, that's all. At the one that I illustrated at the Peace Island and the Upper P.M. At the Volga Museum was a story of the Raven and how he finds the first man. The Great Flood, which had covered the earth for so long, had had last receded. And even the thin strip of sand, now called Rospit, stretching north from Nikun village, laid dry. The Raven had flown there to Gorge himself on the delicacies, left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites, less curiosity and the unquenchable itch to metal and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and his creatures, these remained unsatisfied. At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, when he landed he found that his feet half buried in the sand, which a gigantic clam shell. When he looked more closely, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures, covering and terror of his enormous shadow. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, with the smooth, trickster's tongue. He coaxed and conjoiled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. So it wasn't long before one and another, with little shell-gweathers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sky and the sea, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution, and all of them crept out or scrambled out. Their descendants built on its beaches, the strong and beautiful homes of the Hylers, and embellished them with the powerful, heralic carines, which told of the legendary beginnings of the Great Families.