![]() ![]() No roads cross it ponds and lakes freckle its immensity. The barren slope stretches for three hundred miles from the Brooks Range to the Arctic Ocean, and for more than eight hundred miles from the Chukchi to the Beaufort Sea. ![]() ![]() She had been lost without food for many sleeps on the North Slope of Alaska. Her hands trembled and her heartbeat quickened, for she was frightened, not so much of the wolves, who were shy and many harpoon-shots away, but because of her desperate predicament. They were wagging their tails as they awoke and saw each other. ![]() Lying on her stomach, she looked across a vast lawn of grass and moss and focused her attention on the wolves she had come upon two sleeps ago. Quietly she put down her cooking pot and crept to the top of a dome-shaped frost heave, one of the many earth buckles that rise and fall in the crackling cold of the Arctic winter. It was a yellow disc in a lime-green sky, the colors of six o’clock in the evening and the time when the wolves awoke. M IYAX PUSHED BACK THE HOOD OF HER SEALSKIN parka and looked at the Arctic sun. Julie of the Wolves Jean Craighead GeorgeĪ Biography of Jean Craighead George PART I Amaroq, the wolf ![]()
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