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Gifts from the Whales
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 Clad in his white hunting parka, Malik braced one Sorrel boot against the wooden sled. He grabbed the rope that wove back and forth atop a load of camping gear, and with a mighty tug tied everything down. Then he turned his face into the east wind. "I feel really good today," the Iñupiat Eskimo hunter said, smiling. "A whale is coming. I can feel it. Someone is going to catch a whale today."
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