â Knud Rasmussen (1879â1933) was a DanishâInuit explorer and anthropologist, and the first European to cross the Northwest Passage via dogsled
Scene One
It is May 1535, and light sparkles along the ridge of a glacial hill in the distance. Cold water, heavy with drift ice, flanks one side of the shore.
The land is alive with sounds rumbling from deep inside the ice. The wind blows softly, birds squawk, and the barking and whining of the huskies can be heard when they pick up the smell of meat.
Hummiktuq stands by the edge of a breathing hole, clutching a soapstone pot and staring intently down at the water.
Enter Maniilaq carrying a baby in the hood of her amauti.
Maniilaq: Why are you standing there doing nothing useful?
No response.
Did you rinse the pot?
Hummiktuq: What colour is this water?
Maniilaq: Itâs just water.
Hummiktuq: Itâs black, look . . .
Maniilaq moves closer to look at the water.
Maniilaq: No it isnât.
Hummiktuq: Through my eyes it appears quite black.
Maniilaq: If you make yourself sunblind from too much sun then objects appear black.
Hummiktuq quickly puts on her sun goggles â iĆgak, made of bone â and looks down at the water, then removes the goggles.
Hummiktuq: No, itâs not from the sun â itâs remnants from my dream last night. As I walked through my dream, everywhere I looked the water was black.
Maniilaq: Maybe the souls of your forebearers are darkening the water in your dream, or maybe the souls of the animals make it dark with their shadows.
Hummiktuq: I didnât see any animal souls or human souls, only black water but â eeee, I did see something injured . . . a white creature struggling in the black water, its foreleg reaching to me. I heard it call out to me, not out loud but in here (points to her head) and in here (points to her heart) I heard it calling to me.
Maniilaq: Maybe the dream is about you being alone because you didnât see any souls.
Hummiktuq: . . . yes . . . maybe, but still this black water â
Maniilaq: This waterâs not black, Arnarvik [Maternal Aunt]. It has no colour. Look at it . . . (scoops up some water with her hand) Water: simple, ordinary water.
Hummiktuq: Yes . . . I see now that it has no colour.
Sounds can be heard . . . dogs barking and perhaps voices.
Maniilaq: Did you rinse the pot? We need to boil the meat.
Hummiktuq: Yes, here . . . (gives Maniilaq the soapstone pot) Donât tell your husband I saw black water in my dream, as he might tease me about it.
Maniilaq: Heâs a big teaser, that one.
Hummiktuq: Please do not tell him. Oh look . . .
Hummiktuq picks up a feather and hands it to Maniilaq, who takes it.
. . . give this to your son. That little one loves feathers so much.
Maniilaq: We are starving, and weâll starve even lon...