Song of the Inuit By: Hannah Patterson

I, the mighty polar bear, drink from the roaring waters of my brother, the Hudson Bay. Fast and hungry, the wolves bite down on their prey, the muskox. I, the mighty polar bear, drink from the roaring waters of my brother, the Hudson Bay. Fast and hungry, the wolves bite down on their prey, the muskox.

Hunting into the night, men bring back my friend, the caribou for their family. Gladly and proudly, silvery seals dance happily on the ice near their hole. The moonlight smiles down with pleasure upon my people, the Inuit, people of the snow. Hunting into the night, men bring back my friend, the caribou for their family. Gladly and proudly, silvery seals dance happily on the ice near their hole. The moonlight smiles down with pleasure upon my people, the Inuit, people of the snow.

Quickly and quietly, the men sharpen their rusty sleds. Furry and small, laughing boys feed their dogs cold scraps of meat. Before dinner, lovely women teach their daughters to sew clothing from animal skins and to make tools from bones. Quickly and quietly, the men sharpen their rusty sleds. Furry and small, laughing boys feed their dogs cold scraps of meat. Before dinner, lovely women teach their daughters to sew clothing from animal skins and to make tools from bones.

During the day, men hunt the polar bear to repair the sleeves on their jackets. Fast and quick, the seal and his brother, the whale, swim to escape the hunters. During the day, men hunt the polar bear to repair the sleeves on their jackets. Fast and quick, the seal and his brother, the whale, swim to escape the hunters.

Then the explorers come in their wooden ships with loud sticks that kill. Loudly and proudly, my men stood with their dogs to face these strange, white men, but they did not fear us. Then the explorers come in their wooden ships with loud sticks that kill. Loudly and proudly, my men stood with their dogs to face these strange, white men, but they did not fear us.

Inside their ships, they looked with narrow eyes at Henry Hudson. Arrogant and awful, the men put him in a small canoe with no food or warm clothing. Quickly and quietly, they left in their ships, never to return to the land of the Inuit, my people. Inside their ships, they looked with narrow eyes at Henry Hudson. Arrogant and awful, the men put him in a small canoe with no food or warm clothing. Quickly and quietly, they left in their ships, never to return to the land of the Inuit, my people.

Today, my people make a living by giving tourists dog sled rides, and letting more strange white people sleep in their igloos. Curious people travel from all around the world to live as my people, the Inuit, people of the snow. Today, my people make a living by giving tourists dog sled rides, and letting more strange white people sleep in their igloos. Curious people travel from all around the world to live as my people, the Inuit, people of the snow.

My people still hold Pow-wows and keep their Native American traditions alive, but some work for the white men to dig for black gold. Their grandfathers ask, Why do you work for white men? Soon I fear they will forget the ways of their ancestors. My people still hold Pow-wows and keep their Native American traditions alive, but some work for the white men to dig for black gold. Their grandfathers ask, Why do you work for white men? Soon I fear they will forget the ways of their ancestors.

The future of the Inuit is unwritten. Beside the sea, they live in the white man's world or the land of their grandfathers. Jubilantly and pleasantly, some choose to keep the language of their fathers, while others do not. The future of the Inuit is unwritten. Beside the sea, they live in the white man's world or the land of their grandfathers. Jubilantly and pleasantly, some choose to keep the language of their fathers, while others do not.

Proud and strong, the Inuit keep their ancient traditions for other people to see. This is the story of the Inuit, people of the polar bear, my people. Proud and strong, the Inuit keep their ancient traditions for other people to see. This is the story of the Inuit, people of the polar bear, my people.