Hi, my name is Otaktay. I come from the Beothuk Indian tribe. Today, I went hunting for Caribou. I killed one with my spear. We used the tail for a fly swatter. We ate the meat for dinner. My daughter Ominotago helped me carry wood to make a cozy fire. My wife, Wuti, was taking care of my son, Honiahaka. After dinner we all slept in a Mamateek. But then a wild Caribou rammed our tent when we were sleeping.
The first one to wake up was Ominotago. She yelled to wake up in Beothuk isolate language. We all woke up and started to scurry away. I pulled out my stone knife and threw it. It hit but the Caribou was still alive. We got to the top of the mountain and I pulled out my bow and arrow but I missed. We were at a cliff and I shot my harpoon. It hit the Caribou’s leg and started limping. Lastly, I went up to it and stabbed it with my spear. It was the last thing I had to kill the Caribou. If it would not die we would run as rapid as we can away.
The spear hit it in the head. It took two steps and fell down. We were all relieved. We walked back to our Mamateek and went back to sleep because we were so tired from running away. When we woke up we all had the Caribou for breakfast. After that night we knew a Caribou would maybe still be alive after one throw or shot. After breakfast we all put on our snowshoes and went hunting.
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