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The day was windy and cold, and the bull skin kept the chill air from me and my babe

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The day was windy and cold, and the bull skin kept the chill air from me and my babe.jpg 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 buffaloesThumbnailsAt this hour, fires burned before most of the tepeesShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesThumbnailsAt this hour, fires burned before most of the tepeesShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesThumbnailsAt this hour, fires burned before most of the tepeesShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesThumbnailsAt this hour, fires burned before most of the tepeesShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesThumbnailsAt this hour, fires burned before most of the tepeesShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesThumbnailsAt this hour, fires burned before most of the tepees
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My husband had spread a heavy bull-skin robe over the travois basket and set me on it, with another skin folded under me for a cushion. Through holes in the edge of the bull skin Son-of-a-Star passed a lariat; and when I was seated, with my baby in my arms and my robe belted snugly about us, my husband drew the lariat, drawing the bull skin about my knees and ankles. The day was windy and cold, and the bull skin kept the chill air from me and my babe.

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Waheenee--An Indian Girl's Story
By Waheenee
as told to Gilbert Livingstone Wilson
Illustrator: Frederick N. Wilson
Published in 1921
Available from gutenberg.org
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