"Let's run." "Where to? We'd starve in two days, or freeze. Come on. They won't hurt us." With anxious hearts and trembling footsteps they approached the solid line of fur-clad figures which stretched along the southern outskirts of the village. As they came close they heard one word repeated over and over: "Dezra! Dezra!"
Only the winter's supply of white bear and seal could save them from starvation. "Dezra! Dezra!" The day after the return of the walrus canoes Marian and Lucile went for a long walk down the beach. Upon rounding a point in returning Marian suddenly gave a gasp. "Look, Lucile! It's gone our tent!" "Gone!" exclaimed Lucile unbelievingly. "I wonder what " "Look, Marian; the whole village!"