Jean Craighead George

Wolves are brotherly," he said. "They love each other, and if you learn to speak to them, they will love you too.

There the old Eskimo hunters she had known in her childhood thought the riches of life were intelligence, fearlessness, and love. A man with these gifts was rich and was a great spirit who was admired in the same way that the gussaks admired a man with money and goods.

Change your ways when fear seizes," he had said, "for it usually means you are doing something wrong.

Most of these wild animals depart in autumn when the sun changes their behavior and they feel the urge to migrate or go off alone. While they are with us, however, they become characters in my books, articles, and stories.

When fear seizes change what you are doing. You are doing something wrong.

I must say this now about that first fire. It was magic. Out of dead tinder and grass and sticks came a live warm light. It cracked and snapped and smoked and filled the woods with brightness. It lighted the trees and made them warm and friendly. It stood tall and bright and held back the night.

Charlie Wind once told me we must keep the animals on Earth, for they know everything: how to keep warm, predict the storms, live in darkness or blazing sun, how to navigate the skies, to organize societies, how to make chemicals and fireproof skins. The animals know the Earth as we do not.

Chicken is Good! It tastes like chicken.

Yes, you are Eskimo," he had said. "And never forget it. We live as no other people can, for we truly understand the earth.