Far on the northernmost perimeter of the world, an unmapped wilderness which is the lost homeland of the American Indians serves as the background for the coming of age of an abandoned white boy known as the Snow Hawk.
A fairly good read, I will definitely look for others in the series. It suffered a bit from melodrama in the middle but pulled through OK. It Can be funny how much difference a few decades can make in perceptions. This whole book was cut through with a subtle sense of condescending racism that I found nearly impossible to overlook. It was truly the only real fault in the story.
Even though it took a while, I still really enjoyed it! It's a slow burner for sure, but it's a wild ride.
Kioga is a perfect hero, and I found that there was something really reassuring knowing that he would always recover to save the day! I am amazed, however, that he survived at all. There were several times when I was like 'he's gotta be dead' but then this indestructible man just pops right back up!
This book is definitely a classic and one I would recommend to those who like tales of lost civilisations and adventures!
In this sequel to Hawk of the Wilderness, Kioga leads a party of Native Americans north to Nato'wa, (the land from which indigenous Americans all descended) so they can live again as they did before the white man came to the New World. There he gets enmeshed in native politics and wilderness adventures while his white friends follow him and have adventures of their own. It's sprawling and not well structured but it's exciting throughout. Also, alas colonialist with lots of white jungle god tropes and paternal racism towards American indigenes.