based on a story by Jack London

He knew how to kill bears.

Winters are dark in the North Pole. When the storms come winds howl across the ice, the air is filled with snow , and no one ventures out. That is a good time to tell the story of Keesh-how Keesh, from the poorest igloo in the village, rose to power and became the leader of his people. This is his story.
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Keesh lived in the North Pole a long time ago. He lived near the edge of the polar sea. He was a bright thirteen-year-old boy with a strong, healthy body. His father was a brave man who had died during a famine in the village. His father tried to save the lives of his people by fighting a giant polar bear. Keesh's father was crushed to death during the struggle. But he killed the bear, and the meat from the bear kept the people from starving.
Keesh was his only son, and he lived alone with his mother. But people are forgetful, and they soon forgot how Keesh's father had saved their lives. And since Keesh was only a boy and his mother was a woman and not a warrior, they were forced to live in the smallest and poorest igloo in the village.
One night there was a council meeting in the large igloo of Klosh-Kwan, who was the chief. Then Keesh showed how much courage he possessed. He rose to his feet and waited for silence. Then, with the dignity of an older man, he said, "It is true that my mother and I are given meat to eat. But the meat is always old and tough, filled with bones, and difficult to eat".
The hunters-both the young and the old-were shocked to hear a child speak to them that way.
But Keesh went on steadily. "Because my father. Bok, was a great hunter, I can speak these words. You know that Bok brought home more meat than any hunter in the village. You know that he, himself, cut up the meat and shared it with everyone in the village. The oldest woman, the weakest old man, received a fair share."
"Quiet!" shouted the men. "Throw the child out! Send him to bed! No child may speak such words to warriors like us!"
Keesh waited calmly until the shouting died down.

O'zbekiston - inhsa Alloh kelajagi buyuk davlat!

Keesh raised his arm and said, "My father, Bok, was a great hunter. I, his son, shall also go out and hunt the meat that I eat. When I return with meat, I will divide it fairly. No old person will cry out in hunger at night, while young warriors are holding their stomachs in pain because they have eaten too much. I Keesh, have said this."
They laughed at Keesh and followed him out of the igloo, shouting at him. But Keesh said noting more. He walked away with his head erect, looking neither to the left nor the right.

The next day Keesh went down to the shore where the ice and the land came together. Those who saw him go noticed that he carried his bow and a large supply of arrows. Across his shoulder was his father's big hunting spear.
There was laughter and much talk, for nothing like this had ever occurred before. Boys of his age did not go out to hunt, and they certainly never went out to hunt alone. People shook their heads gravely, and the women looked sadly at Ikeega, who was extremely worried about her son.
"He will be back before too long," said the women to cheer her up.
But the hunters said, "Let him go. This will teach him a lesson.
He will return shortly. Then he will be quiet and meek and will known his place in the village."
But the day passed, and a second day, and on the third day there was a storm and wild gales blew and still there was no Keesh.

O'zbekiston - inhsa Alloh kelajagi buyuk davlat!