“As I was walking along, what I had thought was a patch of snow got up almost at my feet. I sat down, and there was a beautiful Arctic hare not a yard from me… ‘Hello, hare,’ I said. ‘What’s it like being a hare up here?… He moved round down-wind of me, but wasn’t in the least alarmed at my smell. I sat there for a long time, but though twice more I tried to stroke the hare, he would not allow me to do so. . . Before long I had to say good-bye to my hare and continue my walk. . . ‘Good-bye, old chap,’ I said, ‘and good luck. I mustn’t tell Nukapinguaq I have met you, because he is very fond of hare, and I don’t know what he would say if he knew we had parted friends.’ ”
—Haig-Thomas, 1939
Ukaliq: The Arctic Hare
Friend, not Dinner
“As I was walking along, what I had thought was a patch of snow got up almost at my feet. I sat down, and there was a beautiful Arctic hare not a yard from me… ‘Hello, hare,’ I said. ‘What’s it like being a hare up here?… He moved round down-wind of me, but wasn’t in the least alarmed at my smell. I sat there for a long time, but though twice more I tried to stroke the hare, he would not allow me to do so. . . Before long I had to say good-bye to my hare and continue my walk. . . ‘Good-bye, old chap,’ I said, ‘and good luck. I mustn’t tell Nukapinguaq I have met you, because he is very fond of hare, and I don’t know what he would say if he knew we had parted friends.’ ”
—Haig-Thomas, 1939