My father was not seen as a hero by the Chipewyan, but as one of them. They took him on in their group and they helped the others, who returned to the ship. My mother was married to him in gratitude, but also because they fall in love with him. He has never returned to his homeland. From his stories I understood that he had forgotten his native soil. He always said, that his life had begun at that more, when he spotted my mother with the heels in the ice. "They pulled the canoe on the further side and laid it down on a tree root. They grabbed their guns and pulled to feet further.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
