“Deneb, we have to stop hunting and get these salmon to their home river. If we eat them all, they’ll never have babies.”
“Look to the water. What touches the water touches us all.”The memory of my greatmother’s words rings like the warning bell. Salmon are never this easy to hunt. Something is wrong. I check the mud for the broad fish tail that marks the river’s mouth. The bottom is scraped down to bare gravel" (pg. 74).
Slide: 2
"We have to open the river! Try here!"
"I swim along the barrier, click-streaming the sides of it. Probing for a place to break through. The rubble is thick everywhere, but some places are more rocky and some are choked with overturned land boats. Those will be hard to move. But a little farther on, I find a spot that is mostly trees with mud and sand. Trees float, and water can push away mud" (pg. 177).
Slide: 3
This way!” I call to her. “We need your help. Our salmon will die if you do not come!”
I lead her to the weak spot. I take a tree trunk in my mouth and pull. It does not budge. I put my head against it and push with all my strength. The human probes into the mud with her stick. She waves and shouts to her kinship. And they come!I watch her as she shows the other humans where to go and what to do. Lines come out. They wrap them around the tree trunks. Several humans take hold of the lines and pull. Deneb and I go below and push. We can hear the humans chant as they work, all leaning together to give one pull the strength of many pullers" (pg. 178).