Many of our tribe went to the cliff each night to count the number killed during the day. They counted the dead otter and thought of the beads and other things that each pelt meant. But I never went to… — Scott O'Dell Copy Share Image
“For a long time I called it Otter as I had called Rontu, Dog. Then I decided to give the otter a name. The… — Scott O'Dell Copy Share Image
“My brother Ramo was only a little boy half my age, which was twelve. He was small for one who had lived so many… — Scott O'Dell Copy Share Image
“After that summer, after being friends with Won-a-nee and her young, I never killed another otter. I had an otter cape for my shoulders,… — Scott O'Dell Copy Share Image
The annual award of $5,000 goes to an author for a meritorious book published in the previous year for children or young adults. Scott… — Scott O'Dell Copy Share Image
Many of our tribe went to the cliff each night to count the number killed during the day. They counted the dead otter and… — Scott O'Dell Copy Share Image
They were black like a lizard's and very large and, like the eyes of a lizard, could sometimes look sleepy. — Scott O'Dell Copy Share Image
Below me Rontu was running along the cliffs barking at the screaming gulls. Pelicans were chattering as they finished the blue water. But suddenly… — Scott O'Dell Copy Share Image
“I REMEMBER the day the Aleut ship came to our island. At first it seemed like a small shell afloat on the sea. Then… — Scott O'Dell Copy Share Image
