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Victims of the Tiger
The Waiter
Two Unique Play Houses
The Tiger’s Implements
The Haymarket Monument
The Guileless Hackman
The Circus Sprite
The Compiler at Work
The Fair Shopper
The Adventuress
The Auditorium Tower
Professor Swing in the Pulpit
Satellites of the Tiger
On the Caroussel
On the Water
Harvey’s 'Wayside Inn"
Catching On
Buying Banana Stalks
At Free and Easy Shows
At the Stage Entrance
An Ideal Afternoon
A Petit Souper
A Masquerade Sprite
A Minion of the Tiger
Lincoln visiting the Army
Ford’s Theatre, where President Lincoln was assassinated
House where the President died
Abraham Lincoln
The Lincoln Monument, Springfield, Illinois
The Syce on duty
Buffalo grazing
Hidatsas burial scaffolds
Drums on a summer's evening
Grandfather sacred medicines
At this hour, fires burned before most of the tepees
Winter Camp
To eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the time
My father stabled his horses at night in our lodge, in a little corral fenced off against the wall
Turtle, I think, was the last woman in the tribe to use an old-fashioned, bone-bladed hoe
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
Inside the lodge
Old Turtle made me a dolly of deer skin stuffed with antelope hair
Winter clothing
A heavy wind blew the snow in our faces, nearly blinding us
I saw that the black-bear skin was bound to one of the posts at the entrance
Gardening
The wild geese had come north, but this fact alone was not proof that winter had gone
Harvesting
Baby-like, I ran my fingers through the shiny grain, spilling a few kernels on the floor
Turtle and her old-fashioned digging stick
Two braves
It had a long curved beak
Life in an Earth Lodge
The beds of the rest of the family stood in the back of the lodge, against the wall
Red Blossom sat on the edge of her bed and finished her toilet
She had a little fawn-skin bag, worked with red porcupine quills
An earthen pot full of water stood by one of the posts near the fire
My mothers dipped each a big horn spoon full of water
Childhood games
They looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face black