Cavalry
Seven Soldiers
Soldier with staff and pipe
Fallen Soldier
Soldier
Trees
Gen. John B. Hood
Battles Around Atlanta
Veterans
Supplements to the rations
Lt. Col. William H. Martin
After a council with Hood and Polk, Johnston abandoned the Cassville position
Four long and bloody months
Opening Battles Of The Atlanta Campaign
Maj. Gen. James B. McPherson
Gen. Joseph E. Johnston
Maj. Gen. William T. Sherman
A Destroyed Train
Abraham Lincoln
The Early House of Abraham Lincoln
The Fight Between The Monitor And The Merrimac
Arrow Heads in the National Museum
Methods Employed by Indians of Hafting Stone Weapons
Indian and Mound-builder Spear-heads
Elephant Mound, Wisconsin
Great Serpent, Adams County, Ohio
Hidatsas Earth lodge
Waheenee and Her Husband, Son-of-a-Star
An ear was parched by thrusting a stick into the cob, and holding it over the coals
Cooking Dried Meat
Another form of Drying Meat
Drying meat
Another method Broiling Meat
Broiling Meat
Making a booth -3
Making a booth -2
Making a booth -1
The Lodge - 3
The Lodge - 2
Skull
The Lodge - 1
I am an old woman now
He was crying lustily when my husband drew him out
Then he arose and took my baby tenderly in his arms
The day was windy and cold, and the bull skin kept the chill air from me and my babe
many families floated their stuff over in tent covers
The Voyage Home
ver all she bound a wildcat skin, drawing the upper edge over the baby’s head, like a hood.
With horn spoon she filled her mouth with water
We made our eleventh camp on the north side of the Missouri
Strikes-Many Woman parched ripe sweet corn, pounded it in a mortar with roast buffalo fats, and kneaded the meal into little balls
I loaded my boats on the travois of two of my dogs
Indian
Daughter, save me!
Each paddle had a large hole cut in the center of the blade. Without this hole, a paddle wobbled in the current
I had hewn this paddle from a cottonwood log, only the day before. My own, lighter and better made
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
Our stages were now hung with slices of drying meat
The Hunting Camp