1896  No man may consider himself an expert until he has driven dogs and handled a sledge over such country as that approaching the Land of the Little Sticks.
1922  And it had swept south across the musk-ox pastures, across the desolate tundra, and the caribou-moss, and all the Land of Little Sticks. . . .
1965  Urged by the high suns of May, the snow retreats through the land of the Little Sticks and the caribou pour out on the tundra. . . .