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When they abandoned their nomadic ways in the early part of this century, the Gwich'in Indians settled on an ancient hunting site in the foothills of the Brooks Range, smack in the middle of the annual migratory path of the Porcupine caribou herd. Prompted by fears that proposed oil development on the coastal plain would interfere with caribou migration and calving, the Gwich'in nation last June convened its first gathering in many generations, and passed a tribal resolution calling upon the Government to prohibit oil exploration or development in the refuge. Says Abel Tritt, a Gwich'in elder...
...caribou. "Ever since they are little, Gwich'in are hungry for caribou," says the chief, speaking of a hunger that is more than a physical appetite. "If there are no caribou, people will not want to live here anymore." It is for this reason that tribe members oppose oil development. Caribou will not calve near rigs or pipelines, they argue. "Oil does not combine with living things," says Tritt...
...Kaktovik also hunt caribou, but they depend more heavily on the sea, where captains like Isaac Akootchook go out in 18-ft. boats after seal and bowhead whale. The Inupiat (as they prefer to be called), who chose to participate in the 1971 claims settlement, have benefited from oil revenues in the form of a school, a community center and other projects. "We feel caught in the middle," says Akootchook. "We don't like exploration, but if we oppose it and they impose it anyway, we get nothing...
...there is another Alaska -- a land of mining towns and tourist boats, of developers and exploiters. Gradually, but inexorably, oil rigs encroached upon the wilderness, and a huge pipeline now snakes its way across the icy expanses where caribou roam. Loggers have cut ever deeper into the lush forests, and fishermen have cast ever wider nets off the winding shores. From Prudhoe Bay in the north to Anchorage in the south, swarms of settlers have tapped the state's wealth as fast as they could...
...rivers and teeming wildlife would argue with that description. Alaska is great in beauty, in majesty and in sheer size. If laid atop the lower 48 states, it would stretch from Florida to California. The territory that was once called Seward's Folly is rich almost beyond comprehension in oil, coal, timber and fish. Alaska is truly America's last frontier, a place of wonder that is virtually unspoiled and a priceless treasure that is largely unspent...