by jasmine | Jan 1, 2014 | Inuvialuit Texts
In this legend, told by Johnny Ruben Qummana, young Qattayana and his grandmother go with a group of hunters from Kitigaaryuit to Nuvuraq during the fall to hunt seals on the ice. The weather turns bad and the hunters return to the mainland. Because Qattayana and his... 
by jasmine | Jan 1, 2014 | Inuvialuit Texts
PP. 1-5 (p. 1) It was as though the wings of one thousand birds soared in my heart, propelling me back to my family. I leapt over the side of the boat and ran toward my mother. (p. 2) Her face remained as still as stone. “Not my girl!” she called in what... 
by jasmine | Jan 1, 2014 | Inuvialuit Texts
Jim Kakianaan Wolki shared this sad story about his son Geddes Auktalik Wolki. When Geddes was nine, he was with his attatak (grandfather), Inualuuyaq, who was his mother’s father, out on the trap line. They got caught in a storm and his attatak died of cold.... 
by jasmine | Jan 1, 2011 | Inuvialuit Texts
Qiuraaq finds herself all alone when her husband disappears while hunting. Packing her baby boy in her parka, she sets off on a journey along Anderson River to its highlands. Each step she takes, the ground beneath her turns red… There was nobody to be found. As she... 
by jasmine | Jan 1, 2010 | Inuvialuit Texts
Harvesting a whale gives us a real sense of being Inuvialuit. Everyone, of all ages, works together. This is what keeps our culture alive. Traditionally, after a harvest the community celebrates with a drum dance. When I harvest and when I drum it feels good. It makes... 
by jasmine | Jan 1, 2008 | Inuvialuit Texts
Delta BraidsI’ve learned in school that the Delta Braid has become a symbol of our cultural mix. We put this braid on the bottom of our parkas, around our school, on books, everywhere.Long ago, Gwich’in women used porcupine quills dipped in dyes made out...