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Pomiuk, Prince of the North
Pomiuk, Prince of the North
Pomiuk, Prince of the North
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Winner of the 2005 Ann Connor Brimer Award, short-listed for the 2006 Hackmatack Award

The year is 1893, the place is Chicago, and the most fabulous fair the Earth has ever seen becomes an unusual home for a young Labrador Inuit boy dubbed Pomiuk, Prince of the North, who captures the hearts of the millions of people who click through the turnstiles to see Eskimo Village, one of dozens of living cultures showcased at the exhibition. Just as he did so long ago, Pomiuk’s adventures will once again charm and enthrall all those who come his way.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherDundurn
Release dateSep 1, 2006
ISBN9781554885930
Pomiuk, Prince of the North
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Alice Walsh

Alice Walsh has published three previous children's books. She lives in Lower Sackville, Nova Scotia.

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    Pomiuk, Prince of the North - Alice Walsh

    POMIUK, PRINCE OF THE NORTH

    POMIUK

    PRINCE OF THE NORTH

    ALICE WALSH

    ILLUSTRATIONS BY

    JERRY WHITEHEAD

    Copyright © 2004 by Alice Walsh

    First Edition

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means, without the prior written permission of the publisher or, in the case of photocopying or other reprographic copying, a licence from Access Copyright (Canadian Copyright Licensing Agency), Toronto, Ontario.

    This book is published by Beach Holme Publishing, Suite 1010, 409 Granville Street, Vancouver, B.C. V6C 1T2. www.beachholme.bc.ca. This is a Sandcastle Book.

    The publisher gratefully acknowledges the financial support of the Canada Council for the Arts and of the British Columbia Arts Council. The publisher also acknowledges the financial assistance received from the Government of Canada through the Book Publishing Industry Development Program (BPIDP) for its publishing activities.

    Editor: Michael Carroll

    Production and Design: Jen Hamilton

    Illustrations: Jerry Whitehead

    Printed and bound in Canada by AGMV Marquis Imprimeur

    The author would like to thank the Canada Council for the Arts for its financial support during the writing of this book.

    National Library of Canada Cataloguing in Publication Data

    Walsh, Alice

            Pomiuk, Prince of the North/by Alice Walsh ; illustrated by Jerry Whitehead.

    A Sandcastle Book.

    ISBN 0-88878-447-3

    1. World’s Columbian Exposition (1893 : Chicago,Ill.)—Juvenile fiction. 2. Inuit—Juvenile fiction. I. Whitehead, Jerry II. Title.

    PS8595.A5847P65 2004                  jC813’.54           C2004-902335-7

    For Breanna and Chloe Tatchell of Dundalk, Ontario

    1

    The White Men

    It is autumn in Labrador, and the colour of the land has faded from emerald to gold. The nights are colder now. Soon winter will be upon us. Already the lakes and ponds are freezing over. Every morning before daylight I row to the headlands with Kupah, my adopted father, and Kippinguk, my adopted brother. We fish for salmon and hunt the birds that fly in great numbers. Fall is an important season for us, because it is the time of the great caribou hunt. Caribou provide much of our food and clothing, and our survival depends largely on the hunt.

    This morning we search the ground for hidden nests, filling the hoods and pockets of our parkas with warm eggs. The eggs are delicious, and sometimes I eat until my belly is full. Today, though, my thoughts are not on the eggs. As I empty the nests, I think only of the strange men who visited us in the summer. Whenever I think of them, I am filled with dread. My stomach is like a knot in a rope.

    I was standing outside my tupek, our summer house, when their ship Everlina anchored in the harbour. She was a big ship—the largest I had ever seen. Black smoke came from her top, and her whistle was as loud as thunder. The noise frightened the birds and caused our dogs to howl fearfully. Men, women, and children ran out of their tupeks to the water’s edge.

    We watched quietly from the shore as a small boat was lowered into the water. Two white men climbed down a rope ladder into the boat. They paddled quickly toward us, their oars making circles on the calm, dark water. As they approached the shore, our chief raised his hand in greeting. Two of our men helped the white men haul their boat onto the beach.

    The white men were giants. One, with dark hair, had brown eyes set wide apart His face was thin and pointed. He smiled, revealing a

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