- Victorio—an Apache Warrior
- 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
- In his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bush
- Suddenly the knoll began to shake
- I put on my copper kettle and made blood pudding
- It was a great fish, a sturgeon
- The hunters came in
- We were clad warmly, for the weather was chill. All had robes
- A Buffalo Hunt
- I put the weasel-skin cap on his head
- As we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sit
- Marriage
- The first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold Medicine
- A big fire was built
- Suddenly a Sioux warrior
- The smaller ears we bore to the village in our baskets
- Corn Husking
- My two mothers, I knew, were planning a big feast
- And she turned the leggings up and poured the rose berries out on the ground
- The Sioux fired
- When my sack was filled, I tied it shut and slung it on my back by my packing strap
- On his back I saw a handsome otter-skin quiver, full of arrows
- I was too well-bred to look up at him, but I did not always hurry to finish my sweeping
- Picking June berries
- We were fond of squashes and ate many of them
- At one side of our field Turtle had made a booth
- A watchers’ stage