National Geographic : 1931 Aug
CARIBOU COME LIKE WATER Walking in single file up the Porcupine, unconscious of natives restrained with difficulty from firing on them,this herd was photographed bythe wife of the Mounted Police corporal in charge at Old Crow (see text, page 155). iA. The Indians had been whispering, "We want meat." Photographs by Mrs. A. B.Thornthwaite AND LIKE WIND THEY GO At the click of the camera their guns spat fire, and the caribou fled down the river with the speed of clouds before a gale.