Hatchet
...ended up in the trees instead of the lake were he originally wanted to go. “There were great wrenching as the wings caught the pines at the side of the clearing and broke back, ripping back just outside the main braces”( P. 28). Brian and the plane both ended up at the bottom of the lake with Brian ripping free and swimming to the surface. Brian swam ashore and fell on the beach with soreness and pain. Brian knew that he was out of luck. Brian sat and slept against a tree until the next day. Brian was left on the beach, all alone by himself in the Canadian wilderness. Brian was left only with his clothing and a hatchet that hung from his belt. Brian began to set up a camp for himself. “ At one time in the far past it had been scooped by something, probably a glacier, and this scooping had left a kind of sideways bowl, back in under a ledge. It wasn’t deep, not a cave, but it was smooth and made a perfect roof and he could almost stand in under the ledge”(P 57). Brian began to hunt for food and found only berries and drank from the lake for water. Brian eventually created a spear to catch fish and other small animals. This all progressed very slowly. Brian also eventually found out how to make a fire created by sparks from his hatchet and a rock striking together. Brian lived for nearly two months in the woods all alone. Each day that Brian lived he discovered or learned something new. He was living pretty well when he ran into a couple of unexplainable disasters. First he had shot a bird with a bow that he made of a stick and his shoelace. He was cleaning the bird and his tools in the lake when a moose trampled on him and tried to kill him. The moose pushed him down in the water and wouldn’t let him up. “ It was a cow and she had no horns, but she took him in the left side of the back with her forehead, took him and threw him out into the water and then came after him to finish the job” (P. 150). The next near death encounter for Brian was when a tornado struck him and moved through his camp. “ It was wind, wind like the sound of a train, with the low belly roar of a train. It was a tornado!” (P. 154). The day after the tornado came through the camp out in the lake the tail of the plane was sticking out of the water. This gave Brian a great idea, to get the survival pack from the plane. “ And inside the plane, near the tail somewhere, was the survival pack” (P. 163). Brian built a raft to float him out to the plane. He started cutting away pieces of ...