Lost in the Barrens

Lost in the Barrens

Farley Mowat

Language: English

Pages: 208

ISBN: 0553275259

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

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.

Au bout de l'exil, Tome 3: L'insoutenable vérité

The Frozen Thames

Le chant des nuits heureuses

Five Legs (A List)











frightening trip to Stone Igloo Camp and back into Hidden Valley. They sighed with relief when they were again on the esker and walking on snow-free sand. “It’s a good thing we found this valley,” Jamie said. “I’d hate to spend the winter out there on the frozen plains.” “We had good luck,” Awasin replied, “but we’d better not stretch it. Winter will hit this valley soon. We must hurry and finish the cabin.” With renewed energy they tackled the roof. They worked hard to keep warm. Even in the

and then the joints will be firm. Let’s go to bed. Tomorrow we’ll try out our new clothes and the sled too.” Early the next day the boys carried the new sled outdoors into a crisp, cold morning. Awasin rigged two pulling straps to the front of it while Jamie packed some camp gear and the sleeping robes, for now that winter had come it was not safe to go any distance unless prepared to spend the night if a sudden storm blew up. At last they put the loops of the pulling straps around their

the hill to where Awasin waited for him. “Well?” Awasin asked. “What was it?” Cautiously Jamie replied. “Oh, just an old campsite of Eskimos, I guess. All cluttered up with queer stone tools and copper gadgets. I picked some of them up. We can look them over tonight when we get home.” Awasin was not fooled. He had guessed the real nature of the “campsite” and there was a grim, unfriendly look on his face as he led the way back to the sled. He said not a word all the rest of the weary way home,

cradles—complicated figures woven from a long loop of sinew held on the fingertips. When this grew dull the boys spent hours playing udzi—a guessing game—with bits of sticks and pebbles. However, this and the other games they knew or could invent did not hold their interest long. They talked constantly in an effort to drive away a growing feeling of imprisonment and of depression. Jamie told long stories of his school days in Toronto, while Awasin told old Cree hunting tales and legends. During

close range. The boys’ guns might mean the difference between failure and success, and Denikazi could not afford to let the hunt fail. But he made it clear that the boys must agree to obey his word in everything. He put it this way to Awasin: “The old wolf leads and the young wolves follow!” And Awasin knew that an old wolf whose authority is challenged can be an ugly customer. Rather grudgingly Denikazi arranged for a messenger to travel down to Thanout Lake carrying a letter from Awasin to his

Download sample