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The next few hours were spent cutting the dark, red meat and carrying it back
to camp. Everyone kept busy. Etsi and Nora sat on a bed of spruce boughs making
dry meat. Peter, John and Etseh built a drying rack to start scraping the huge
moose hide.
"We need to take all the hair off the hide and hang it to dry. That way it'll
be a lot lighter to carry," said Etseh. "Its hard work so we'll take turns scraping
the hide."
Later in the day, the group sat by the fire munching on moose meat. Etsi cooked
the bones well so any extra meat fell off easily. After the meal they would be
carefully piled up and left at the edge of the camp.
"What happens if a bear smells all this meat and decides to visit us?" John asked
between bites.
"That's why we're camped on an island. We have a gun too. But remember, if you
ever see a bear, you must talk to it. My parents always told us that you should
talk softly to bears, telling them who you are and why you are there. If you do
this, the bear won't bother you and it will let you go on your way."
That night,
John lay in his sleeping bag, proudly thinking of all they had done that day.
He couldn't wait to tell his parents. Then he thought of his grandfather's bear
story. Every sound outside the tent made his eyes pop open until sleep finally
took over.
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