“I REMEMBER the day the Aleut ship came to our island. At first it seemed like a small shell afloat on the sea. Then it grew larger and was a gull with folded wings. At last in the rising sun… — 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
