- She had a little fawn-skin bag, worked with red porcupine quills
- Then he arose and took my baby tenderly in his arms
- ver all she bound a wildcat skin, drawing the upper edge over the baby’s head, like a hood.
- Trees
- Car of Nadar’s balloon
- Corn Husking
- Old Turtle made me a dolly of deer skin stuffed with antelope hair
- At one side of our field Turtle had made a booth
- My grandmother Turtle made scarecrows to frighten away the birds
- When my sack was filled, I tied it shut and slung it on my back by my packing strap
- Buffalo heart skin bucket
- I loaded my boats on the travois of two of my dogs
- Lt. Col. William H. Martin
- 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
- Winter clothing
- In daytime lookouts were always on the roofs of some of the lodges
- I would lay the puppy between my shoulders and draw my tiny robe up over his back
- Snake Head-Ornament came close to her and fired off his gun
- She laid the grass thickly over the sides of the little tepee
- Turtle, I think, was the last woman in the tribe to use an old-fashioned, bone-bladed hoe
- At this hour, fires burned before most of the tepees
- 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
- On his back I saw a handsome otter-skin quiver, full of arrows
- The beds of the rest of the family stood in the back of the lodge, against the wall
- Inside the lodge
- They looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face black
- Learning to work
- Red Blossom sat on the edge of her bed and finished her toilet
- Picking June berries
- A watchers’ stage
- An earthen pot full of water stood by one of the posts near the fire
- Each dog dragged a travois loaded with wood
- It was a great fish, a sturgeon
- The harness was of two pieces - a collar, to go around the dog’s neck
- Broiling Meat
- Turtle and her old-fashioned digging stick
- Baby-like, I ran my fingers through the shiny grain, spilling a few kernels on the floor
- Indian Dogs
- To eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the time
- We Hidatsas loved our good dogs, and were kind to them
- Two braves
- Another method Broiling Meat
- we women busied ourselves making bull boats
- Chimney Sweeping Described
- The Syce on duty
- Winter Camp
- It had a long curved beak
- Childhood games
- The Fight Between The Monitor And The Merrimac
- Life in an Earth Lodge
- As the man sat in his lodge, there came a clap of thunder and lightning struck his roof, tearing a great hole
- The wild geese had come north, but this fact alone was not proof that winter had gone
- Drums on a summer's evening
- They ate it greedily. It did not seem to harm them
- Until I was about nine years old, my hair was cut short
- Kinship
- Our dogs dragged well-laden travois
- Sing louder cousin, sing louder, that I may hear you
- Harvesting