Robert J. Flaherty

“ From the inside Nyla cleans her brand-new ice window.
This little seal, until Nanook makes another kill, is all the food they have.
A few robes of bear and deer skin, a stone pot and stone lamps is the list of their household belongings.
Time for work and time for play.
To be a great hunter like his father.
It is cold sport for a little boy's bare hands. Rubbing them on his cheeks, Nanook warms them. ”

“ Long nights——the wail of the wind——short, bitter days——snow smoking fields of sea and plain——the brass ball of sun a mockery in the sky——the mercury near bottom and staying there days and days and days. ”

“ While the angered herd snorts defiance, the mate of the harpooned walrus comes to the rescue——attempts to lock horns and pull the captive free.
Rolling the dead quarry from the undertow.
They do not wait until the kill is transported back to camp, for they cannot restrain the pangs of hunger. ”

“ Cunayou...
... and Comock...
The desert interior, if deer hunting fails, is the country of death—for there is no food. Even moss, upon which the deer depend and which the Eskimo use for fuel, grows only in patches here and there.
This is the way Nanook uses moss for fuel.
The kyak's fragile frame must be covered with sealskins before the journey begins.
The long trek to the river.
The omiak, of driftwood frame, covered with the hides of seal and walrus.
On harpoon points, boots of sealskin drying in the sun.
Landing at the white man's "big igloo"——the trading post. ”