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Jo Storm - Snowhook

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Hannah must rely on her survival instincts to outlast a brutal ice storm and save her family.
At first, when a massive ice storm traps fourteen-year-old Hannah and her family in a remote cabin, it feels like a game to try out the survival skills shes been practising. That all changes when an accident leaves her mother desperately low on insulin. With no power and no way to contact the outside world, Hannah steals away with the four family dogs tied to an ancient dogsled.
All she has to do is make it to the nearest cabin and find a working phone to save the day. But a wrong turn and worsening weather leave her in grave danger and saddled with an unexpected passenger. Hannah must use all her skills and resourcefulness to get help for her family before they all freeze to death in the wilderness.

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Copyright Jo Storm, 2019

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise (except for brief passages for purpose of review) without the prior permission of Dundurn Press. Permission to photocopy should be requested from Access Copyright.

All characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

Storm, Jo, 1972-, author
Snowhook / Jo Storm.

Issued in print and electronic formats.
ISBN 978-1-4597-4300-7 (softcover).--ISBN 978-1-4597-4301-4(PDF).-
ISBN 978-1-4597-4302-1 (EPUB)

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We acknowledge the support of the Canada Council for the Arts, which last year invested $153 million to bring the arts to Canadians throughout the country, and the Ontario Arts Council for our publishing program. We also acknowledge the financial support of the Government of Ontario, through the Ontario Book Publishing Tax Credit and Ontario Creates, and the Government of Canada.

Nous remercions le Conseil des arts du Canada de son soutien. Lan dernier, le Conseil a investi 153 millions de dollars pour mettre de lart dans la vie des Canadiennes et des Canadiens de tout le pays.

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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE

Hannahs parents would not let her go to town. It was barely a town anyway, Timmins. It was so far from Toronto that her friends would ask her, Didja see Santa? every time she came home. Timmins was essentially a crappy mall, a hospital, and a bus station. At eight, she hadnt cared; at ten, she couldnt go to town without an adult; at fourteen, she couldnt go because

Hannah, called her father. He stood by the woodpile, removing his mitts and pulling a hatchet from his belt loop. Give me a hand?

She went over and helped him lift the tarp that covered the kindling. It was birch kindling, the kind that smelled sharp and tangy when it burned, but the tarp had ripped overnight and now the wood was soaked and useless. Hannah looked up at the chimney stack that rose over the cabin. There was no smoke, but she could see waves of heat rising off the brick mouth. That meant the fire was burning well and they wouldnt need kindling.

Well need more kindling, said her dad.

Why? The fires already going. It hasnt been out since we got here.

Hannahs father looked at her with his Learning Face. That was what her younger sister Kelli called it, the Learning Face. It was a seriously annoying face. What if we need a fire outside, to smoke fish? he said.

Gross.

What if we want to use the wood oven?

What if we need to make smoke signals? said Hannah sarcastically.

Hannah, dont be smart, said her father. Look, Im going to show you something.

He dropped the tarp, hooked the hatchet onto his belt, and put his snowshoes back on, stuffing his mitts in his pocket. She could see the nametag, G. Williams, that was sewn inside of them; hers said H. Williams.

Hannah was already wearing her snowshoes, so she followed his wider tracks easily as he moved to the edge of the clearing where their cabin sat, past the tarped-over snowmobile and the SUV. They hadnt brought the other vehicle; it was a car and would never have made it down the back roads to get here. Even in the summer, they always brought the four-wheel-drive vehicle. Her parents called this place camp. When she was younger, Hannah had fooled some of her friends by saying that she went to camp for almost every school vacation, but then stupid Kelli had blabbed and then everyone knew that it was just a cottage a three-room, dingy cottage with an outhouse in the backyard, on the edge of a smelly pond.

They wended their way through the bush until they came to a little stand of poplar trees with a few frozen yellow leaves still clinging to them, almost hidden in the bigger, bushier arms of the blue spruce and waxy green hemlock. Her father looked up into the branches of the poplar. These should work. He reached up with one hand and grabbed a branch, and with the other he loosed his hatchet and chopped the branch off. He held up the iced-over poplar branch, and Hannah noticed the nicks on his red knuckles. Her dad loved to work outdoors without gloves. Can you burn this? he asked.

Hannah rolled her eyes. No, its green wood. And its wet. Im not ten, dad.

Thats right, replied her father, youre fourteen going on forty. But sometimes you have to make do with less, right?

Hannah shrugged.

He knelt down and placed the branch on the flat part of his snowshoe, holding it on its end with one hand. In the winter, all wood is wet on the outside. With the other hand he brought up the hatchet and quickly made a series of downward motions on the sides of the branch until the bark bristled out like a skinny, grey-green porcupine.

Instant kindling, he said.

Great. Is there an instant travelling stick, too, so I can go back home?

You never know out here, he said. When he had his Learning Face on, Hannah knew, it was hard to get him to do anything but talk about the bush.

Im cold, and its lunchtime, she said.

Okay. He stood and brushed the snow off his coat, turning his head to the line of clouds that were being pulled toward them by grey, pouting tendrils. Smells like another storm, eh?

Hannah let her breath out loudly, but didnt reply.

They trooped back. The last two days had been warm and humid, but last night the temperature had dropped so quickly that the wet snow had chunked back into ice and broken through many of their tarps, and even Nooks doghouse. Hannah and Kelli had spent all morning scraping ice and snow off the porch, the woodshed, the cars, the doghouses, and the outhouse steps to see what damage had been done. The snowmobile tarp was also ripped, and a chunk of falling ice had broken the gas line. Fixing it was tomorrows job. Hannah had volunteered for that one, mostly because it meant she could drive into town with her father to go to the hardware store.

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