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- circle of flowers
- Harvesting
- Sing louder cousin, sing louder, that I may hear you
- Our dogs dragged well-laden travois
- Kinship
- Drums on a summer's evening
- Until I was about nine years old, my hair was cut short
- They ate it greedily. It did not seem to harm them
- St. Bridget, from an old cut in the possession of Earl Spencer
- Egyptian
- The wild geese had come north, but this fact alone was not proof that winter had gone
- As the man sat in his lodge, there came a clap of thunder and lightning struck his roof, tearing a great hole
- The Fight Between The Monitor And The Merrimac
- Life in an Earth Lodge
- Childhood games
- It had a long curved beak
- Winter Camp
- Charles’ first hydrogen balloon
- The Syce on duty
- Chimney Sweeping Described
- we women busied ourselves making bull boats
- Another method Broiling Meat
- Two braves
- To eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the time
- Angler
- We Hidatsas loved our good dogs, and were kind to them
- Indian Dogs
- Blanchard’s dirigible balloon, 1784
- Baby-like, I ran my fingers through the shiny grain, spilling a few kernels on the floor
- Turtle and her old-fashioned digging stick
- The harness was of two pieces - a collar, to go around the dog’s neck
- Broiling Meat
- Each dog dragged a travois loaded with wood
- Red Blossom sat on the edge of her bed and finished her toilet
- It was a great fish, a sturgeon
- Picking June berries
- Learning to work
- A watchers’ stage
- They looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face black
- Montgolfier’s passenger balloon
- An earthen pot full of water stood by one of the posts near the fire
- Inside the lodge
- Grecian
- Montgolfier’s experimental balloon
- The beds of the rest of the family stood in the back of the lodge, against the wall
- fysshynge
- On his back I saw a handsome otter-skin quiver, full of arrows
- fysshynge
- fysshynge
- 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
- The day was windy and cold, and the bull skin kept the chill air from me and my babe
- At this hour, fires burned before most of the tepees
- Passengers changing cars
- Turtle, I think, was the last woman in the tribe to use an old-fashioned, bone-bladed hoe
- St. Christopher, with the date 1423, from a cut in the possession of Earl Spencer
- Snake Head-Ornament came close to her and fired off his gun
- She laid the grass thickly over the sides of the little tepee
- Beech Leaves
- I would lay the puppy between my shoulders and draw my tiny robe up over his back
- Turtle’s hoe was made of the shoulder bone of a buffalo set in a light-wood handle, the blade firmly bound in place with thong