Page 64 - Four Thousand Years Ago by Geoffrey Bibby
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     the polar seas people are living, huddled in half-underground sod
        and stone houses in the dim twilight of the arctic day, warm and
        cozy in the clear light and comforting heat of their blubber lamps.
        They sleep on while the dawn of the millennium sweeps round
        the world, for what is there to wake for? In the caches raised
        on poles out of reach of wolves and foxes there are provisions for
        weeks ahead, whole carcasses of reindeer and seal, and stocks of
        frozen fish. For the moment there is no need to hunt. It will be
        long, though, to the spring thaw, and it would be wise, if the
        wind drops, to go out to a breathing hole in the ice and, if the
        gods are kind, to harpoon a seal. One can, after all, never have
        too many seals, and the winter settlement is sited on the sea
        shore with that very end in view.
              In the meantime the womenfolk can prepare food over the
        lamps or at the hearth just within the doorway. And they can
        dress furs with their flint scrapers and sew them with bone awls
        and sinew threads into clothing which will withstand the bitter
        cold of the long wait by the breathing hole.
              But when the gales rage, and the men are inside the rectan
        gular houses, they sit around, desultorily repairing harpoon
        thongs or fashioning new points of bone and walrus ivory, or new
        knives or scrapers of flint or slate. There is time to spare in the
        winter, and they talk of the long days of summer, recollecting
        the year before and planning the year ahead.
              When the ice goes out they will move, for then the seals can
        no longer be approached by stealth, and they must go abroad to
        find the reindeer. They will pull the roof from their house before
        they leave, to let the summer sun and rain sweeten the interior
        after a winter’s habitation. And they will pack their skin tents and
        spears and harpoons in the big skin boats. It happens that they
        must travel far to find the reindeer. But it often happens that they
        travel farther yet just for the fun of traveling. For though they
        feel safer with a herd in the neighborhood, they can always get
        along on fish and hares and berries; or they may sight a walrus
        or a school of right whales and harpoon a feast for the whole boat
        family for several days. So they cover great distances in the sum
        mer along the arctic coasts, and think little of crossing from Si-
          eria to Alaska, or from Baffin Land to Greenland, or from Nor-
     	
