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On the way back to the canoes, Etseh stopped by a pile of rocks.
"Look at how these rocks have been broken. This is another special place. It
was used long ago for making stone tools."
"You mean things like spear points and arrowheads?" asked Peter.
"He? e," nodded Etseh.
Peter looked around, hoping to find an old arrowhead.
"It's getting late," said Etsi.
"And I'm hungry!" said John.
"Can we play hand games again tonight?" asked Nora.
"Let's paddle to that point over there and set up camp. We can play hand games
after we eat," said Etseh, untying the canoe rope from a tree. As he started pushing
the canoe into the water, John asked, "But what about bears? I thought we were
supposed to camp on islands!"
"There are no islands at this end of the lake," replied Etseh. "Asanile."
That night, after a good meal of roasted moose and rice and some exciting hand
games, Peter and John lay in their tent talking about Yamozhah and the giant
grandfather. Peter fell asleep thinking of the days when people hunted caribou
and moose with bows and stone-tipped arrows. As usual, John lay awake for a long
time, listening for the sound of bears.
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