Hij luisterde aandachtig, zijn hart

Hij luisterde aandachtig, zijn hart sloeg iets sneller dan normaal. Was het een cariboe? Nee, het was geen rendier, want de stap van de hoeven herkende hij blindelings. Het was ook geen C. want die zou de tent herkent hebben. Er gleed een schaduw over het tentzeil. Uit de schaduwen kon Patrick niets opmaken. Een ijsbeer dan? Die kwam natuurlijk op de geur van de haas af. Maar zo groot was die schaduw nu ook weer niet.
Voordat hij het tentzeil opzij kon vouwen was de vorm verdwenen. Hij stak zijn hoofd naarbuiten en voelde de vrieskou langs zijn wangen strijken. Boven hem schitterde een sterrenzee. Als altijd bekeek hij het met verwondering en ontzag. Het licht was in ieder geval zo helder, dat hij de bomen aan de overkant kon zien.
Hij wachtte nog even en besloot toen de tent weer te sluiten.
Naast hem lag Jim te slapen, maar toen hij ging liggen bleek dat onjuist.
"Wat was dat?" vroeg Jim.
"Geen idee," antwoordde Patrick. "Eerst dacht ik een verdwaalde kariboe of zoiets, maar er was niets te zien. Misschien heb ik het wel gedroomd."
"Nou, dan hebben we het allebei gedrooomd."
Verbaasd keek Patrick zijn makker aan.
"Het was een geest van een overleden Inuit."
"Een geest?"

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

He listened intently, his heart beat slightly faster than normal. It was a cariboe? No, it was no reindeer because the step of the hooves he recognized blindly. It was also not c. because that would recognize the tent. There slipped a shade over the tent. Out of the shadows could Patrick nothing format. A polar bear than? That, of course, came the smell of the Hare. But so great was that shadow now it doesn't.Before he could fold the tent sailing aside was the form disappeared. He stuck his head out and felt the freezing cold down his cheeks. Above him shone a sterrenzee. As always he looked at it with wonder and awe. The light was so bright that he could see the trees on the other side.He waited a moment and then decided to close the tent again.Next to him lay Jim to sleep, but when he lay down proved that incorrect."What was that?" asked Jim."No idea," replied Patrick. "At first I thought a stray caribou or something, but there was nothing to see. Maybe I have dreamed. ""Well, then we have the both gedrooomd."Patrick looked surprised his buddy."It was a spirit of a deceased Inuit.""A spirit?"

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

He listened attentively, his heart hit a little faster than normal. Was it a cariboe? No, it was not a reindeer, because of the need to step he recognized blindly. It was not C. because that would recognize the tent. A shadow on the canvas. Out of the shadows Patrick could not make out. A polar bear then? Which of course was the smell of the hare away. But so great was that shadow now do not.
Before he could fold was gone the form aside the tent. He stuck his head out and could feel the freezing cold down his cheeks. Above him shone a sea of stars. As always, he looked at it with wonder and awe. The light was certainly so clear that he the trees could see across the street.
He waited a moment and then decided to close the tent again.
Besides him to sleep Jim was, but when he lay turned out wrong.
"What was that?" Jim asked.
"No idea," Patrick replied. "At first I thought a stray caribou or something, but there was nothing to see. Maybe I did have a dream."
"Well, then we gedrooomd both."
Surprised, Patrick looked at his companion on.
"It was a ghost of a deceased Inuit. "
" A ghost? "