 
Kneeling Caribou with Antlers Speaking of his first trip north, Houston explains: "I was eager to make sketches. One morning in the family tent where I had been invited to sleep, I drew a portrait of the wife of a visiting hunter. When I was finished, her husband carefully tore it from my sketchbook and neatly folded her picture into four. She seemed pleased. Soon the man disappeared and I went outside to catch a breath of fresh air. Before I could go back inside, the man returned and held out his closed fist. Alarmed, I thought that this kind of drawing could lead to a punch in the nose. But no. He opened his hand and inside it he held this small stone carving of a caribou. Smiling, he gave it to me."    |