Margaret A. McIntyre, The Cave Boy of the Age of Stone
“ One day when the berries were about gone, Thorn saw a great herd of reindeer going by. "Oh, look at all the reindeer, grandfather!" he cried. "Where are they going?" "When summer comes," said Flint, "they go to a colder country; and when summer ends, they come back to the cave country." There were many reindeer in the herd, and their antlers looked like a forest of trees without leaves. A big bear with hungry eyes was following the herd. That evening a young hunter made a picture of a beautiful reindeer with his head among the grasses. ”
