A long time ago, there lived a 13-year-old boy who lives on the rim of the polar sea and was a head man of his village through many prosperous years. He was known as Keesh. His father had been a brave and courageous man, but, one day, there was a great famine when he sought to save the lives of his people by taking the life of a great polar bear which caused his death. After that incident, Keesh was compelled to leave alone with his mother.
The people had forgotten about his father’s heroism, but this remained to him and his mother. He was such a brave man that his story has been passed down through many generations and will continue to do so in the future. He may be deceased, but he lives on in the hearts and minds of the people. This is a story of how a young boy from the poorest IGLOO in the village, rose to power and authority over them all.
One night, at the council, in the big IGLOO of Klosh-Kwan. Keesh, son of Bok, rose to his feet and waited for the noise to subside.
The hunters were stunned as they listened to him. They were taken aback by what Keesh had to say. The hunters only gave him a scornful chuckle. A toddler was speaking in a manly tone and hurling insults in their direction. He said that the meat they provide is frequently old and sturdy, with more bones than the meat, but Keesh ignored him and went on.
It is true that meat be apportioned me and mine, But it is ofttimes old and tough, this meat, and, moreover, it has an unusual quantity of bones.
Blah Blah! Put the child out, send him off to bed! He has no right to speak to gray-bearded people in this manner.
Bok, my father, was a great hunter. He is recognized for bringing home more meat than either of the two finest hunters, and he divides the meat evenly so that everyone gets an equal share
The next day he went forth along the shore-line where the ice and the land met together. Those who saw him go noted that he carried his bow, with a goodly supply of bone-barbed arrows, and that across his shoulder was his father's big hunting-spear.