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Listening, I could hear the soft calling of snowbirds newly returned to the land.
James Houston, The White Dawn, Longmans, Canada, Ltd., 1971, p.14.
TIME: mid 20th century
PLACE: The Arctic.
CIRCUMSTANCE: survivors of a whaling boat accident ashore in the world of the Eskimo.
But there was no answer, only the cracking and groaning of the rising ice as the huge night tide swelled beneath our feet.
James Houston, The White Dawn. Longmans Canada Ltd., 1971, p.14.
TIME: mid 20th century
PLACE: The Arctic
CIRCUMSTANCE: survivors of a whaling boat accident ashore in the world of the Eskimo.
Now we could hear the surest sound of spring: the wild roaring of the river. It was still completely hidden by the snow, but we could hear it gnawing blindly at the winter ice.
James Houston, The White Dawn. Longmans Canada Ltd., 1971, p.28.
TIME: mid 20th century
PLACE: the Arctic
CIRCUMSTANCE: survivors of a whaling boat accident ashore in the world of the Eskimo.
...all around us was the sound of the clicking of little ivory knives, the amulets men shake to try and cut the weather.
James Houston, The White Dawn. Longmans Canada Ltd., 1971, p.59.
TIME: mid 20th century
PLACE: the Arctic
CIRCUMSTANCE: survivors of a whaling boat accident ashore in the world of the Eskimo.
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