Fascinating and engrossing. Brower, one of the great characters of the Artic, recounts a remarkable history of the north coast of Alaska during his 58 years spent there. Upon arrival in the 1880s, we glean a first hand knowledge of a little understood and superstitious Eskimo culture. Whites who came to whale in the region were afraid of them and would rob them every chance they had (either through trade, the raiding of burial sites, or happening upon food/skin caches). Brower's interest in the natives occurs early and he learns to travel, hunt, and whale not only with them, but in their own style and traditional methods. Respect earned goes both ways and soon Brower finds he has a great many friends and shared resources among the various villages scattered along the north and west coast of Alaska. Of particular note, Brower may be the only white to whale with the Tigara whale hunters who hunted using flint weapons and techniques shrouded in taboo handed down for generations.
Calling Barrow, the most northerly tip of Alaska, home, Brower encountered a great number of visitors in his later years (1900s). Canadian Arctic explorer and ethnologist Vilhjalmur Stefansson was an early visitor and one who remained a lifelong friend. Brower was on hand when Norwegian explorer Roald Amundsen became the first to traverse the Northwest Passage and docked at Barrow. George Wilkins used Brower's Barrow camp as base operations for his polar flight exhibitions, and Greenlandic polar explorer and anthropologist Knud Rasmussen (sometimes called the 'father of Eskimology') stayed with Brower during his expedition from Greenland to study the Eskimo. Uncannily, Brower seems to have made friends with everyone whether native or white and whether they arrived by boat, sled, or plane.
This account of life lived is full of humor, tragedy, and adventure (for instance: being stuck on a berg in the ice flow for 12 days). Arguably most fascinating is the impact on the Eskimo way of life after the whites arrival and their transformation from what was then being called 'stone-age' to chritianity to 'civilization.' Devastating is not too light a word to describe the effect.
I did, however, whence in various places. Over his lifetime, Brower was sending a great many artifacts to museums and depositories and some of these came from burial sites. Not all of them mind you, but enough and his casual disregard for leaving the sites intact was distressing.
However, tales of rescues of native and whites abound. Saving villages and communities from 'hooch' and diseases rightfully bestows Brower a man of leadership and true humanity. This is certainly one of the best descriptions of life in the Arctic that I've read.