Middle Grades Audiobook: Island of the Blue Dolphins
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes) RussianTranscript
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the men who were working on the canoe had stopped. And we're watching. My father and Captain Orlov, the other men of our tribe stood at the foot of the trail. The boat went off to the ship filled with otter. As it reached the ship, Captain Orlov raised his hand and gave a signal. The boat came back. It held a black chest, which two of the hunters carried to the beach. Captain Orlov raised the lid and pulled out several necklaces. There was little light in the sky, yet the beads sparkled as he turned them this way and that beside me. You lap drew in her breath and excitement, and I could hear cries of delight from the women hidden in the brush. But the cries suddenly ceased as my father shook his head and turned his back on the chest. Thea Lutes stood silent. Our men left their places at the foot of the trail and moved forward a few steps and waited. Watching my father one string of beads for one daughter. Pelt is not our bargain, my father said. One string and one iron spearhead, said Captain Orlov, lifting two fingers. The chest does not hold that much, my father answered. There are more chests on the ship, said the Russian. Then bring them to shore. You will need three more chests of this size. Captain Orlov said something to his eludes that I could not understand. But it's meaning was soon clear. There were many hunters in the cove, and as soon as he spoke, they began to carry belts to the boat. The hunters had to pass my father to reach the boat, and when the first one approached him, he stepped in his path. The rest of the pelts must stay here, he said. Facing Captain Orlov until the chests are brought, the Russian drew himself up stiffly and pointed to the clouds that were blowing in toward the island. I load the ship before the storm arrives, he said. Give us the other chests and I will help you with our canoes, my father replied. Captain Orlov was silent. His gaze moved slowly around the cove. He looked at our men standing on the ledge of Iraq, dozen paces away. He looked upward toward the cliff and back at my father. Then he spoke to his salutes. I do not know what happened first. Whether it was my father who raised his hand against the hunter whose path he barred, whether it was this man who stepped forward with a bale of pelts on his back and shoved my father aside. It all happened so quickly that I could not tell one act from the other, but