I don't recall seeing books when I was a little boy. But the old people, they grew up listening to stories. And so, every night, when the old people were done their evening prayers, they would sit and they would tell us stories too. At the time spring thaw, the Rocky Cree fill their canoes with furs, eager to trade with the new visitors in mistiwastiahko (Hudson's Bay). But not all of the new visitors are welcome. When the canoes return home to the shores of the missinipi river, the Rocky Cree begin to collapse one by one, drenched in sweat and slowly slipping into delirium. Kâhsiw struggles to help the sick as more and more people pass into the spirit world. Exhausted physically, emotionally, and spiritually, he seeks guidance through prayer. Hope finally comes with a visitor in the night: one of the Little People, small beings just like us. If Kâhsiw can journey to their home, he will be given the medicine his people need. All he has to do is paddle through a cliff of solid bedrock to get there. To save his people from certain death, Kâhsiw must overcome doubt to follow the traditional teachings of the Asinikaw åIthiniwak and trust in the gift of the Little People. Back cover.