Head-Smashed-In, Hammerstone
The cliffs are quiet now, but close your eyes and you can almost feel the ground shake, smell the rank stench of terror, taste the clouds of dust and dirt, hear the thundering hooves. Below, the people waited with knives, scrapers, and hammerstones, such as this one, ready to turn the doomed beasts into food, clothing and shelter.
Photo courtesy of Heartland Associates, Inc.
Photo by Peter St. John and Dennis Pankiw.
