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The first days of the trip were long and hot. Nora's arms ached. Peter's knees
were stiff and John was so hungry he thought he could eat a moose. "This is the
portage before Biahti or Bea Lake," their grandfather told them. "We're
going to camp here." They pulled the canoes up on shore and unloaded. John groaned
every time he lifted a pack.
"By the end of this trip, we won't hear any more of those sounds from you," said
Etseh. "You'll be a lot stronger."
After emptying the canoes and flipping them
over, everyone scrambled over the rocks to explore the site.
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