1:36:01
Papa went to the other side
of the island and shot two sea lions.
1:36:05
He could only bring one back
without tipping over in the skiff.
1:36:09
I had to help him
with the crosscut saw...
1:36:11
...breaking it down to pieces
that we keep in the shed.
1:36:15
Papa said it's just meat, but I tried
not to look at what I was doing.
1:36:20
When Papa rowed back, the other
sea lion had been gotten to by a bear.
1:36:25
We put a piece of the frozen meat
in each of the pens...
1:36:29
...and the foxes fight over it
and gnaw at it...
1:36:31
...and the outside melts from
the heat of their little tongues.
1:36:35
Mother won't deal with them anymore.
1:36:38
She has grown silent
with the shorter, darker days...
1:36:42
...and only now and again will she
break out into one of her Bible songs.
1:36:47
She asks me to join her,
but we don't harmonize well. "
1:36:52
" I have a dream about Fox.
1:36:55
He is a young man who comes to me on
snowshoes, dressed in the blue pelts.
1:37:02
His skin and hair are dark,
but his eyes are ice blue.
1:37:08
All the others here are paired,
he says:
1:37:11
Papa and Mother.
1:37:12
The sires and the vixens.
1:37:15
But I am alone...
1:37:17
...and he can't let that continue.
1:37:21
Sometimes in the dream
he stays with us, but usually...
1:37:26
...he picks me up and carries me
to his own island.
1:37:32
Papa says...
1:37:33
...if we can get the animals through
the winter, they're a gold mine.
1:37:37
He says fortunes have been
started on less.
1:37:40
He says if he keeps
having his dizziness...
1:37:43
...l'll have to go hunting
with him the next time.
1:37:47
The burns from where Mother hit him with
the bacon grease are only pink now...
1:37:51
...healing, though the hair doesn't grow
on that part of his jaw.
1:37:56
I'm sewing a sampler."