It was a cold, dark November night in 1930 when a fur trapper, Joe Labelle, arrived in a small Inuit village. A village on the banks of Lake Anjikuni, where, like many Innuit communities at the time, took place in a thriving European fur trading operation. As the chilled fur trader approached the lake village, a strange silence met him; the only sound was the howling of the wind. There were no lights, no fires burning in the homes. It was as if the village had been abandoned.

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