when my mother was young, it was a year in which the caribou seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. maybe they were left to another region or the young animals were frozen to death. at that time, the first white men came to our country with large boats and sailing. one of the boats got stuck in the ice pack; they were trapped. they sent some men to get help. coincidentally, the chipewyan nearby, they had their winter camp set up in a region with old trees, only gave shelter. my mother was in a randmeer ijshakken. the men of the big boat and saw her with hands and feet they understood that my mother would be their salvation. it was one of those foolish for her to threaten her water. my father, his friend, shot him in that randmeer.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..