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About the Author
Half-Athapaskan Sidney Huntington, born in 1915, grew up in the Koyukuk River country of Northern Alaska, a region that most Americans consider frontier wilderness. In his early years, birchbark canoes, god teams, and paddlewheel steamers were the primary modes of transportation. His Koyukukon Athapaskan mother died when he was five, after which he lived at a Yukon River mission. Later he attended the Bureau of Indian Affairs School at Eklutna, Alaska. When he was twelve he joined his father on a trapline. Home was a log cabin, and the Huntingtons lived mostly off the land. He was on own at sixteen, trapping and selling furs, hunting and fishing for food, and annually growing a vegetable garden. During his adventurous life, Huntington has learned the habits of wolves, moose, caribou, and other Koyukuk wildlife. Living in the wilds, he has had many narrow escapes, including a close call from a charging bear. He used his knowledge of wildlife when he served for twenty years as a member of the Alaska Board of Fish and Game and the Alaska Board of Game. Wild game and Yukon River salmon still make up most of his food. He observers many of the old Athapaskan customs, and enjoys traditional stories that reveal the history and character of the of the Koyukukon people. Huntington lives with his wife, Angela, in the Yukon River village of Galena, Alaska.
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Before our astonished eyes the water rose swiftly to the level of the roof. Hastily, we piled everything we could, including the whining dogs, a .22 rifle, some clothes, and a little food, into my new boat, the fishnet skiff, and into a canoe. We could scarcely believe that the river could rise so rapidly; it had come up the last four feet in less than two hours. As we paddled towards the hills, we knew that our cabin would soon float. We didn’t worry about our cache, for that big tree had survived many a flood. Upon reaching the hill, we unloaded the supplies we had hastily gathered and waited for a few hours. Then we tried to paddle back to the cabin, but the current, even in the lake, was too swift for us. Muskrats rode swirling ice chunks along the shoreline. They too had been washed out of their houses.
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