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Hatchet is a Newbery Honor-winning young-adult wilderness survival novel written by American writer Gary Paulsen. "Newbery Medal and Honor Books, Present". Association for Library Service to Children. The American Library . GARY PAULSEN ''A heart-stopping story something beyond adventure, a book that plunges . run for the plane without stopping to remove the hatchet. Hatchet book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Brian is on his way to Canada to visit his estranged father when the pi.
As he travels from Hampton, New York on a Cessna bush plane to visit his father in the oil fields in Northern Canada for the summer, the pilot suffers a massive heart attack and dies. Brian tries to land the plane, but ends up crash-landing into a lake in the forest. He must learn to survive on his own with nothing but his hatchet—a gift his mother gave him shortly before his plane departed. He discovers how to make fire with the hatchet and eats whatever food he can find, such as rabbits, birds, turtle eggs, fish, berries, and fruit. He deals with various threats of nature, including mosquitos, a porcupine , bear, skunk, moose , wolves , and even a tornado. Over time, Brian develops his survival skills and becomes a fine woodsman.
The plane slewed suddenly to the right. Take her light, take her light. The burning in his eyes was forgotten momentarily as the vibration of the plane came through the wheel and the pedals. It seemed almost alive.
Now turn the wheel a little to the right and push on the right rudder pedal a small amount. He left off on the pressure and straightened the wheel and the plane righted itself. Bring her back to the left a little. Just takes learning. Like everything else. The burning eyes did not come back, but memories did, came flooding in. The words. Always the words. The big split. Brian hated judges as he hated lawyers. Judges that leaned over the bench and asked Brian if he understood where he was to live and why.
Judges with the caring look that meant nothing as lawyers said legal phrases that meant nothing. In the summer Brian would live with his father.
In the school year with his mother. Now the plane lurched slightly to the right and Brian looked at the pilot. He was rubbing his shoulder again and there was the sudden smell of body gas in the plane. Brian turned back to avoid embarrassing the pilot, who was obviously in some discomfort. Must have stomach troubles. His father was a mechanical engineer who had designed or invented a new drill bit for oil drilling, a self-cleaning, self-sharpening bit.
He was working in the oil fields of Canada, up on the tree line where the tundra started and the forests ended. Brian was riding up from New York with some drilling equipment—it was lashed down in the rear of the plane next to a fabric bag the pilot had called a survival pack, which had emergency supplies in case they had to make an emergency landing—that had to be specially made in the city, riding in the bushplane with the pilot named Jim or Jake or something who had turned out to be an all right guy, letting him fly and all.
Except for the smell. Now there was a constant odor, and Brian took another look at the pilot, found him rubbing the shoulder and down the arm now, the left arm, letting go more gas and wincing. Probably something he ate, Brian thought. His mother had driven him from the city to meet the plane at Hampton where it came to pick up the drilling equipment. A drive in silence, a long drive in silence.
Two and a half hours of sitting in the car, staring out the window of the plane. Once, after an hour, when they were out of the city she turned to him. How could he tell her what he knew?
So he had remained silent, shook his head and continued to stare unseeing at the countryside, and his mother had gone back to driving only to speak to him one more time when they were close to Hampton. She reached over the back of the seat and brought up a paper sack.
Inside there was a hatchet, the kind with a steel handle and a rubber handgrip. The head was in a stout leather case that had a brass—riveted belt loop.
There were some farm trucks on the roads now and she had to weave through them and watch traffic. You know. In the woods with your father. See how it looks on your belt. Those were the normal things he would say. But her voice was thin, had a sound like something thin that would break if you touched it, and he felt bad for not speaking to her. Knowing what he knew, even with the anger, the hot white hate of his anger at her, he still felt bad for not speaking to her, and so to humor her he loosened his belt and pulled the right side out and put the hatchet on and rethreaded the belt.
She nodded. My little scout. Because it was a bush flight from a small airport there had been no security and the plane had been waiting, with the engine running when he arrived and he had grabbed his suitcase and pack bag and run for the plane without stopping to remove the hatchet. So it was still on his belt.
At first he had been embarrassed but the pilot had said nothing about it and Brian forgot it as they took off and began flying. More smell now. Brian turned again to glance at the pilot who had both hands on his stomach and was grimacing in pain, reaching for the left shoulder again as Brian watched.
Bad aches. Thought it was something I ate but. Even Brian could see how bad it was—the pain drove the pilot back into the seat, back and down. And then he knew.
Brian knew. Oh God, my chest is coming apart! The pilot was having a heart attack.
When the moment comes, Brian manages to do just that, crashing the plane into the middle of an L-shaped lake. When Brian recovers from the crash, he climbs out of the lake and begins taking inventory of his situation.
He finds a place where he can build a shelter and some berries to eat. After an attack by a porcupine in the middle of the night, Brian figures out how to make a fire and keep animals out of his shelter. Brian later figures out how to catch fish and even begins to move up to killing larger animals, mostly birds. One night a tornado hits the section of forest where Brian is surviving.
Brian recalls the survival pack that is in the back of the plane and decides to try to get it. Brian builds a raft and takes it to the plane.
Brian peels the metal shell off the plane and makes a hole large enough to climb inside. Brian is able to recover the survival pack and drag it back to his shelter. Inside the survival bag, Brian finds a great many things such as matches, cooking equipment, and multiple packs of freeze dried food. All of these items will be useful to him.
Brian also finds a radio, but he does not understand how it works. So, he sets it aside. While Brian is making his first real meal in months, he hears a motor overhead.