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The first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold Medicine

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The first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold Medicine.jpg My little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearlyThumbnailsI put the weasel-skin cap on his headMy little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearlyThumbnailsI put the weasel-skin cap on his headMy little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearlyThumbnailsI put the weasel-skin cap on his headMy little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearlyThumbnailsI put the weasel-skin cap on his headMy little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearlyThumbnailsI put the weasel-skin cap on his headMy little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearlyThumbnailsI put the weasel-skin cap on his headMy little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearlyThumbnailsI put the weasel-skin cap on his head
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For nigh a week my father and my two mothers were busy getting ready the feast foods for the wedding. On the morning of the sixth day, my father took from his bag a fine weasel-skin cap and an eagle-feather war bonnet. The first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold Medicine. “Take these to Hanging Stone’s lodge,” he said.

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Waheenee--An Indian Girl's Story
By Waheenee
as told to Gilbert Livingstone Wilson
Illustrator: Frederick N. Wilson
Published in 1921
Available from gutenberg.org
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