zaksriner

Updated: May 27, 2025

When I was no larger than Zaksriner there, my mother taught me to braid thread from deer and whale sinew, and we must sew very much in winter if we have anything to sell when summer comes. It is very hard to get enough to live. Since the Boston men come, our people waste the summer in idleness, so we have nothing stored for the winter's food. Hundreds die and many sicknesses come upon us.

Mary F. Nixon-Roulet - Kalitan, Our Little Alaskan Cousin