The hidden years in Canada 152, quardian of the aglu

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Quardian of the aglu

The truck made it’s way through the snow. Bill and I looked up for a moment, we thought the same. ‘The sky is pulling closed,’ said Bill.' Than we know it, ‘ I said.'We are driving into bad weather.’ Bill pulled the lorry to the side of the road and said, ‘now we can still easily change places, you take over a moment.’ I walked around the truck and tried to imagine what it would be like to face in an angle the bottom of a lake. I shook the thought off, it would not happen to us. The engine growled deep when my right foot on the pedal made the combi move again. We were both silent for a moment while my hand made its way through the gears. Within a few minutes, we rumbled  on continuing again at the speed that Bill  had left behind. ‘That was rather lucky for that Earney’ I opened the conversation.

‘Sometimes,’ Bill said thoughtfully, ‘luck has nothing to do with human life, sometimes you are just helped, because the time is right in your life.’ He looked in front of him and continued, ‘what is the probability in an area of ​​3,5 million square kilometers that some Inuit come along on the sled while you are still just alive? ‘That chance is negligible,’ Bill laughed seriously, staring ahead of him. ‘The combi's here are 18 meters long and slightly wider than two meters. Somewhere on a huge block of ice  of 3.5 million square kilometers, beyond the already sparsely used route, a truck sinks through the ice. The truck covers in that  3-5 million kilometers, an area of ​​about 35 square meters. ‘I understand you,’ I said, 'whatever that chance was, it does not exist, it would be a miracle if that happened. ‘ Bill nodded, ‘that's what I wanted to say, a miracle, if those sleds had come an hour later or if it had begun to snow, the truck would have been white within 10 minutes in a white background, if, if and another hundred more ifs, all of which did not take place because at the right time, a small tribe of hunters crossed the path of Earney.


‘That, young man, was providential intervention for whatever reason,’ thought Bill. ‘Luck is just a chance that occasionally comes along, it was too strong for that. two parties in which immensity intersect. ‘ Bill, I understood perfectly, it seemed like Earney's time had not yet come. ‘It must really have changed his life,’ I began again. ‘Quite,’ agreed Bill, ‘he has even become nice, you have seen it yourself, so he took a couple of mugs of coffee upon the tray to us, we did not have to pay for them. He is in contrast to the past no longer so much focused on money. He joined a church, not that he goes there, but from each wage he pays 10% to the church meant for  charity. ‘I can well imagine, ‘I said. The flakes were now whirling in powerful blasts and I had to keep my eyes on the road.

‘It's not finished yet,’ said Bill, and I looked at him sideways. Bill peered into the snow with his eyes but saw nothing, he was far away in an Inuit settlement. ‘Tell me’, I encouraged him and Bill cleared his throat. ‘The time passed for Earney, he had a job that was important to the tribe, but not very difficult. He was the guardian of aglu and had to seriously deal with that task because it was a source of nutrition.’ ‘He was the guardian of what,’ I asked? ‘ ‘The aglu,’ repeated Bill dryly. ‘A hole in the ice, they pointed to a hole in the ice and Earney had to make sure that it did not freeze up '' Right, 'I said because ...?’ ‘There are occasionally fish gasping for air and then you have to spear them, you use the kakiwak, after a while he became quite adept.’ ‘Whoa,’ I said, ‘now it is a kakiwak again?’ ‘Yes,’ Bill continued, ‘you have a talent for foreign words, it's stabbing spear or something you can use that's sharp.’ So he had to help build a snow house, his work was easy, a few meters of the hole was an old man who could no longer participate in the hunt and he began to gather snow. That old man came to fetch him and pushed and pulled at him until he understood that he had to help him.


So he helped the man saw ice blocks and within the shortest time his heart was beating in his ears and he got really warm. Occasionally he walked to the hole and then knocked off the starting layer of ice, then he went to help the old man again. He waved and pointed to Earney's Kakiwak and took it out of his hands. The old man glanced up into the air and when he was certain where he wanted his house. He stood in an imaginary circle and then scratched out a line, as far as the spear reached. Earney had to help with the ice blocks  to put  them on the outside of that line. The cavities were filled with the snow that the man had collected and that snow had to be well pushed in between the blocks. ‘ Bill paused and lit a pipe.'Yeah, ‘he continued, ‘we move barracks and settlements when the thaw comes, but they, the Inuit, use the building material as far as to the eye is available, snow and ice. ' ‘No transport, no trucks, 'I said,' they live of the land, so to speak.’

‘Yeah,’ said Bill, ‘the chosen people, we can learn a lot from them. Earney had also learned a lot from them, he was used as a prop when the old man was setting the roof. The man indicated where he wanted to have the block and at what angle and Earny had to hold it against a previous block, the block was a little later than frozen to it. ‘I thought how it would be in the world without cement, where you would just hold a stone against another and that it would be joined in a matter of seconds. ‘First we’ll unload,’ Bill thought as he looked at the trip meter, ‘we should be close to the settlement, we have to just keep our eyes open.’ Talking we had gone past the Yellowknife exit and Bill knew that the loading and unloading shed was very close. In the distance, black smoke curled upward. ‘That has got to be it,’ he muttered, ‘turn down and drive slowly, because we will still have some traffic coming and then park in the middle of the loading square and then turn off the engine.’ Moments later we stood in silence and forklifts surrounded the trailer to take the load off our combi, ‘Okay come with me,’ Bill said, ‘we are going to the office,’ he took some load coupons in a hand, and we got out . The office was a small building with a high chimney and black smoke rose from it. Bill saw me watching,’ they burn wood with occasional a bit of rubber that gives a good signal against the white background.’ That seemed clear to me, rubber gave black smoke and an exclamation mark in the air, people were shown the way. I nodded and we walked together to the shack.

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