Lost in the Barrens
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Awasin and Jamie, brothers in courage, meet a challenge many mountain men could not endure. When their canoe is destroyed by the fury of the rapids, they must face the wilderness with no food and no hope of rescue. To survive, they build an igloo, battle a towering grizzly bear, track several wolves, slaughter caribou for food and clothing. Two lost huskies they tame bring companionship--and maybe a way home from their dangerous adventure.
ticklish work. Since there was no mortar to hold the stones, they had a tendency to topple inward and knock the whole thing down. When the wall was three feet high, it became so tottery that Jamie did not dare build it any higher. His next problem was a roof. After much thought he placed the broken paddle across the top, like a rafter. Then he gathered armfuls of the longest willows he could find, and made a crude thatch that rested on the rock wall and on the shaft of the paddle. Over this he
descended from his rock and stood in the middle of the multitude and been unharmed, for the deer would have flowed around him, leaving him untouched. Just the same he stayed where he was, but his panic was gone. Now he fired only an occasional shot when a particularly fat buck came close by. After half an hour he stopped. Enough deer were dead. The endless movement of the deer began to hypnotize him. He sat still as a statue while the tremendous impact of the spectacle gradually registered on
the snows were deep, they planned to build a sled to carry the remainder of their supplies to Hidden Valley. Before leaving, Jamie took a careful inventory of the stock of food. It made a most impressive total. Over a hundred whitefish and trout had been partly dried or smoked, and nearly as many fresh trout were frozen under the moss. Packed away in the stone igloo were two hundred pounds of lard and marrowfat; sixty pounds of dried deermeat; some pemmican; forty pounds of dry berries; fifteen
trip to Stone Igloo Camp. CHAPTER 21 A Welcome Discovery THE LIGHT OF THE LATE DAWN WAS creeping up the arctic sky as they set off. They had gone only a few yards when Jamie noticed that the fawn Otanak was not with them. Jamie began calling the young deer, but his voice echoed eerily from the silent hills and there was no sound of small hoofs beating on the hard snow. Awasin looked worried. “I don’t like it,” he said. “After that storm the wolves will be starving, and he’d be easy
shattered glass. He only managed a croak, but it was enough. Awasin turned, saw him, and came dashing toward him. The Indian boy caught Jamie as he reeled and fell. “The gun!” Jamie muttered as he fainted. “Take the gun!” Great waves of blackness closed in on Jamie then, but faintly he heard the booming crash of a rifle shot, closely followed by three more; then the darkness was complete and Jamie heard no more. When he came to himself he was securely wrapped in two sleeping robes, lying