John Harvey Kellogg
Grover Cleveland
Benjamin Harrison
Andrew Carnegie
Henry C. Frick
William H. Vanderbilt
The Hell-roaring forty-niners
Edgar Allan Poe
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Plan of North Carolina sharpie of the 1880's
Plan of North Carolina sharpie schooner taken from remains of boat
Plan of a Chesapeake Bay terrapin smack
Plan of a large Chesapeake Bay sharpie taken from remains of boat
Plan of typical New Haven sharpie showing design and construction characteristics
At Free and Easy Shows
Lincoln visiting the Army
Ford’s Theatre, where President Lincoln was assassinated
House where the President died
Abraham Lincoln
The Lincoln Monument, Springfield, Illinois
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
My little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearly
We also had a big, soft ball, stuffed with antelope hair, which we would bounce in the air with the foot
The game was to see how many times she could be tossed without falling
Until I was about nine years old, my hair was cut short
Offering food before the shrine of the Big Birds’ ceremony
As the man sat in his lodge, there came a clap of thunder and lightning struck his roof, tearing a great hole
Big Birds’ ceremony
Kinship
Sing louder cousin, sing louder, that I may hear you
When a man mourned he cut off his hair, painted his body with white clay