“Once they were many and the land was good to them, but now it is my time and we have almost forgotten how it was in the old days when the deer flooded the tundra and gave us life. Hunger comes often now, and the deer but seldom. No one now lives by the big lakes to the north although when my father was young the tents of the people stood everywhere along those shores. I have travelled down the River to the big lakes but when I reached them I turned back from an empty land. Only the spirits ...who remain in those places remember the times when a man might stand on a hill as the deer passed by and though he looked to the east or the west, the south or the north, he would see only their brown backs and hear only the clicking of antlers and the grumbling of their full bellies. The great herds have gone… and so we who lived by the deer must follow the Snow Walker even as my father followed him in the spring of the year. after the ice had grown thick on the lakes last winter there came a time of storms and for many days we stayed in our igloos.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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