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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

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.jpg I had hewn this paddle from a cottonwood log, only the day before. My own, lighter and better madeThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boatsI had hewn this paddle from a cottonwood log, only the day before. My own, lighter and better madeThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boatsI had hewn this paddle from a cottonwood log, only the day before. My own, lighter and better madeThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boatsI had hewn this paddle from a cottonwood log, only the day before. My own, lighter and better madeThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boatsI had hewn this paddle from a cottonwood log, only the day before. My own, lighter and better madeThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boatsI had hewn this paddle from a cottonwood log, only the day before. My own, lighter and better madeThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boatsI had hewn this paddle from a cottonwood log, only the day before. My own, lighter and better madeThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boats
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We made another crossing the next morning to fetch over the last of the meat we had staged. We returned about noon. The first woman to climb the bank under our camp was Scar’s wife, Blossom. 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.

Author
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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