The harness was of two pieces - a collar, to go around the dog’s neck

Learning to work

They saw two great fires sweeping toward them over the prairie

Buffalo heart skin bucket

My grandmother Turtle made scarecrows to frighten away the birds

A watchers’ stage

At one side of our field Turtle had made a booth

We were fond of squashes and ate many of them

I was too well-bred to look up at him, but I did not always hurry to finish my sweeping

Picking June berries

On his back I saw a handsome otter-skin quiver, full of arrows

When my sack was filled, I tied it shut and slung it on my back by my packing strap

The Sioux fired

And she turned the leggings up and poured the rose berries out on the ground

Corn Husking

My two mothers, I knew, were planning a big feast

The smaller ears we bore to the village in our baskets

Suddenly a Sioux warrior

A big fire was built

Marriage

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

As we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sit

I put the weasel-skin cap on his head

A Buffalo Hunt

We were clad warmly, for the weather was chill. All had robes

The hunters came in

I put on my copper kettle and made blood pudding

It was a great fish, a sturgeon

Suddenly the knoll began to shake

In his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bush

The Hunting Camp

Our stages were now hung with slices of drying meat

She dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloes

we women busied ourselves making bull boats

I had hewn this paddle from a cottonwood log, only the day before. My own, lighter and better made

Each paddle had a large hole cut in the center of the blade. Without this hole, a paddle wobbled in the current

Daughter, save me!

Indian

I loaded my boats on the travois of two of my dogs

Strikes-Many Woman parched ripe sweet corn, pounded it in a mortar with roast buffalo fats, and kneaded the meal into little balls

We made our eleventh camp on the north side of the Missouri

With horn spoon she filled her mouth with water

ver all she bound a wildcat skin, drawing the upper edge over the baby’s head, like a hood.

The Voyage Home

many families floated their stuff over in tent covers

The day was windy and cold, and the bull skin kept the chill air from me and my babe

Then he arose and took my baby tenderly in his arms

He was crying lustily when my husband drew him out

I am an old woman now

Skull

The Lodge - 1

The Lodge - 2

The Lodge - 3

Making a booth -1

Making a booth -2

Making a booth -3

Broiling Meat

Another method Broiling Meat

Another form of Drying Meat

Drying meat