There was a strange power in his hand -- in his left hand. The boy could capture the spirit of a pony, a wolf, a deer in the snow or earth -- but this was a useless power in a society of hunters. He was not as clever as his cousin Onedeer and his brother Jay and after that terrible day when the Great Bear turned and seized him, Lefthand was useless to the tribe. Onedeer and his mother Bright had managed to beat off the Bear but Lefthand was doomed. The meat racks were empty. Even the hunters were hungry. Her baby had starved but Bright would not desert this boy with the strange power. Sorcerer could help him. Sorcerer knew the secrets of healing. He was caretaker of the secrets of the hunt and the sacred cave with magic on its walls. Mrs. Crompton writes with compelling strength of the dawning of creativity and concern in a primitive world.
