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Awasin and Jamie, brothers in courage, meet a challenge many mountain men could not endure. When their canoe is destroyed by the fury of the rapids, they must face the wilderness with no food and no hope of rescue. To survive, they build an igloo, battle a towering grizzly bear, track several wolves, slaughter caribou for food and clothing. Two lost huskies they tame bring companionship—and maybe a way home from their dangerous adventure....
Awasin and Jamie, brothers in courage, meet a challenge many mountain men could not endure. When their canoe is destroyed by the fury of the rapids, they must face the wilderness with no food and no hope of rescue. To survive, they build an igloo, battle a towering grizzly bear, track several wolves, slaughter caribou for food and clothing. Two lost huskies they tame bring companionship—and maybe a way home from their dangerous adventure.
Jamie and Awasin
The month of June was growing old. It had been a year since Jamie Macnair left Toronto, the city of his birth, to take up a new life in the subarctic forests of northern Canada. Beside the shores of Macnair Lake the tamaracks were greening now after the winter’s blackness. Out on the lake great loons cried shrilly. As Jamie squatted in front of the log cabin, helping his uncle bale up the winter’s catch of furs, he tried to remember how he had felt on that day, a year past, when he climbed out of the train at the lonely frontier town called The Pas to meet his uncle.
Jamie’s uncle, Angus Macnair, had been a trader in the arctic, the master of a sealing schooner in the Bering Sea, and finally a trapper who roamed over the broad forests of the north. To Jamie, his uncle was almost a legend, and when the telegram came from him it filled the boy with excitement.
ARRANGEMENTS MADE FOR YOU TO JOIN ME AT THE PAS STOP LETTER WITH DETAILS FOLLOWS.
That eagerly awaited letter had brought with it some unhappiness for Jamie. It had reminded him sharply of the tragedy of his parents’ deaths in a car accident seven years ago. And it had made clear something he had never really faced before – that apart from his uncle, whom he had never seen, he was truly alone. During the past seven years he had taken the security of the boarding school for granted. But, reading Angus Macnair’s letter, he realized that it was no real home, and had never been one.
Jamie was nine when his parents died, and Angus Macnair had become his guardian, for he was the boy’s only close relative. It was Angus who had picked the boarding school in Toronto, and it was a good one too, for Angus wanted only the best for his nephew. For seven years Angus had run his trap line with furious energy in order to meet the cost of the school. But in the past two years the fur market had dropped almost out of sight, and the money was nearly at an end.
Angus had explained it in his letter.
“And so you see, Jamie,” he wrote. “I can no longer keep you at the school. You could maybe stay on in Toronto and get a job, but you’re too young for that, and anyhow I hoped you’d rather come with me. It’s long past time we got to know each other. So I took the chance you’d want it this way. Your ticket is in the envelope along with enough money for the trip. And I’ll be waiting, lad, and hoping that you’ll come.”
Angus need have had no doubts. For years past Jamie had loved to read about the north and for years Angus Macnair had been his idol.
In the last week of June, Jamie found himself bundled aboard the Trans-Canada train with the farewells of his school friends still ringing in his ears. For two days the train rolled westward, then it turned abruptly north through the province of Manitoba. The dark jack-pine forests began to swallow up the prairie farmlands and the train rolled on, more slowly now, over the rough roadbed leading to the frontier country.
Five hundred miles and two days north from Winnipeg, the train drew up by a rough wooden platform. Jamie climbed uncertainly down to stand staring at the rough shanties and the nearby forests that threatened to sweep in and engulf the little settlement of The Pas.
A huge, red-bearded man in a buckskin jacket strode forward and caught the boy hard about the shoulders in a bear hug.
“Do ye not know me, Jamie?” he cried. And then, grinning at Jamie’s stammering reply, he tightened his hold on the boy’s shoulder and swung him round.
“You’ve come to meet the north, my lad,” he said, “and I’m thinking you’ll be in love with it before the month is out.”
Angus Macnair had been a good prophet, for during the six-week canoe trip north to Macnair Lake, Jamie had become fascinated by the wild face of this new world. Now, a year later, he was really a part of that world. The year in the forests had swelled his shoulders with new muscles so that he looked taller than his five-foot-eight. Summer suns and winter winds had tanned his face. His blue eyes were sharp and alert under his tousled mat of fair hair.
And the little cabin by the shores of the lake had become his home – his first real home since his parents died.
Built within a stone’s throw of the sandy shore, the cabin was nevertheless almost surrounded by the sheltering forests. No winter gales could reach it, and the log walls, well chinked with moss and clay, were proof against the sharpest frosts. Crouched comfortably among the trees, it looked out through two small windows over a lake that was a glittering expanse of blue in summer and a vast white plain in winter.
Inside, it was divided into two rooms. The largest was the living room. It had two bunks built against the side walls. A potbellied Quebec heater stood in the center of the floor, glowing cherry-red in the winter days. Beside the stove a long, roughhewn table stretched almost across the room and at either end of it stood a big, homemade easy chair upholstered with black-bear hide. Shelves along the rough log walls held guns, a number of wood carvings done by the Indians, and the well-worn rows of Angus’s books. On the split-log floors half a dozen Indian-tanned deer hides made soft rugs.
The tiny kitchen in the rear was cut off from the main cabin by a log partition, and behind the partition Angus cooked the solid and simple meals of the northland.
Although the cabin was four hundred miles from civilization, and two hundred miles from the nearest white man, Jamie had not found it lonely. Not twenty miles away was the settlement of a band of Woodland Cree Indians. These fine and sturdy people had long been Angus Macnair’s best friends and they soon became Jamie’s friends as well. Alphonse Meewasin, headman of the Crees, had been Angus’s stout companion on a hundred journeys and it was only natural that Alphonse’s son, Awasin, should become almost a brother to young Jamie.
In appearance Awasin was Jamie’s opposite. He was lean as a whip, with long black hair that hung almost to his shoulders. His eyes too were black, and they smiled as often as his mouth – and that was very often. For three seasons Awasin had attended the Indian school in far-off Pelican Narrows, so that he could read and speak English almost as well as any city boy. But most of his life had been lived in the heart of the forests and the wilderness was as much a part of him as his own skin.
Jamie and Awasin had taken to each other at once, and Awasin had appointed himself Jamie’s teacher. Quickly Jamie became competent with a paddle and at driving a string of dogs. He learned to shoot well and he learned enough about trapping to earn the money for a .22 rifle of his own. Most important, under the instruction of Awasin and of Angus Macnair, Jamie learned to feel something of the forceful love of life that belongs particularly to those who dwell in the high arctic forests.
It had been a year filled to the brim with new adventures, and as Jamie wound a rawhide strap around a pile of muskrat pelts his imagination was reliving those events. With a start he looked up to see a slim cedar canoe rounding a nearby point.
Awasin was in the bow, waving his paddle in greeting. And in the stern Alphonse stolidly chewed his old pipe as he thrust his paddle into the icy waters of the lake.
Posted April 17, 2009
Mowat takes his stories from the true adventures of the natives and frontiersmen of the Barrens. This lends great credibility to his story and his characters. Many real life challenges can be experienced by traveling along with the young adventurers as they face a life and death struggle in the Barrens of Northern Canada.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 19, 2008
Lost in the Barrens 'by Farley Mowat' is, with no question, the best book I have read in my entire life! There wasn't a single part for me that was not making me want to read on. I think it was this way because of the detail and description Farley put into this book. This was the first book I have read by Farley Mowat and the day after I finished it I went out and bought another one called Never Cry Wolf. It, of course is good too. I had to read this book for a school project and honestly I did not think I would like it, but as I said in the previous paragraph, it was amazing. It just goes to show you really can't judge a book by its cover. My advice to anyone that reads this review for Lost in the Barrens is, get it. I can guarantee it will be one of the best books you will ever read!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 6, 2008
This book was interesting because it keep the suspense going. It is entertaining because it makes you want to read more by leaving questions unanswered. It makes me feel fortunate for all. I have learn from it that some people don¿t have as much. It makes me think how can we be better and how something we think is right it¿s really wrong. I think you should read it because it is going to make you think about things you hadn¿t thought of.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 22, 2008
I thought that Lost in the Barrens was a very exciting book. It kept me interested all of the way through. I thought that all of the action packed adventure was really amazing! All of the author's clever ideas matched the story completely. This story really shows you what it would be like to have to stay the winter in the deadly Barrens surviving on what ever you can find!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 24, 2008
This was an exiting and action filled book. My favorite part is the part were they get to go into the log cabin. It was funny when they walked in and the smoke made them choke. It was a very good book and hope you like it to.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 14, 2008
This is a fun filled suspenseful book. Two friends get shipped-wrecked in Canada's frozen north and must survive the winter. With only their instincts they must also survive the animals that live there. As well as the Eskimos they think are bad. The Book Lost in the Barrens is amazing! The book made me feel many different things as I read it like what will happen next or will they get enough food for the winter. The book is also very interesting because for me it told me how to start a fire with just sticks and how to make a log cabin. Lastly the book is very entertaining when you hear all of the suspenseful parts. I really think you should read this book!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 8, 2007
The book was great! We enjoyed reading this book in class and it's required that I do a book report on this book. I have a feeling that a book report on 'lost in the barrens' will be quite interesting. I enjoyed Farley Mowat's imaginative ideas and great choice of characters!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 2, 2005
im reading this book in class im an 11 year old girl named olivia.My teacher gave it to us 2 read.at first i thot it was unfortunate that i was gonna a like even tho i do enjoy the out doors and canoeing.So i started the 1st chapter i reli got into it.SO ALL U OUT THERE GRAB A CHAIR SIT DOWN AN D PICK UP LOST IN THE BARRENS!!!It is SUPER!:)Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 13, 2002
Farley Mowat in his depiction of the struggle against the elements should be commended for his great effort. To truly appreciate the novel you must read, not simply to read, but read to interpret and understand. This book is a great one for young people and I fully believe that it deserves five (count 'em, 5) stars! The book provides the perspective of adventures amongst natives in Canada. And to the USA, yes we interact with our natives, as they were an integral part of our history. We simply didn't treat them like western US dirt like our neighbours to the south! Their struggle against the northern climate is an adventure in which they have to improvise objects of nature for their survival. In a way it solidifies their coming of age. An excellent read!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 30, 2002
Posted January 30, 2002
it WAS pretty good... i had to read it for a class book. it was better than some of the books that i've read... and i think it's supposed to be recomended for adults not 10 year olds... aw well!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 2, 2001
i'm 13 and i just finished reading it in class, it wasn't too exciting and boring too listen too. Anyway it got exciting a little in to it but i knew what would happen. Its obious!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 2, 2001
i found this book interesting it gave me some tips just in case i get lost in the barrens or just in the woods or forest.keep up the work and i just had to say it was interesting.and my english class is reading it and we liked it most of them so keep up the good workkkkkWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 17, 2001
i am 10 years old, and my class read this book for a novel study assignment, many of my classmates and i find that the description of the the books tells about adventure and excitment. I was very dissapointed because it was very boring and unintereting, i had a hard time following because i was falling asleep, no offence to the author farley mowat, this is just one of his not so good booksWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 7, 2001
i'm a 12 year old student I though i do not like to read i found this book to very interesting but the only problem i had with it was the questions we hade to do because the book was hard to follow i found that the questions were a lot harder toWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 14, 2001
I may be only 11 but my class and I are reading this book. It has it's good and bad points, and deserves it's 4 Stars. I think that this book by Farley Mowat is good.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.