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Our stages were now hung with slices of drying meat.jpg The Hunting CampThumbnailsShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesThe Hunting CampThumbnailsShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesThe Hunting CampThumbnailsShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesThe Hunting CampThumbnailsShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesThe Hunting CampThumbnailsShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesThe Hunting CampThumbnailsShe 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
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The next day we found to our joy that the wind had shifted to the west. Our stages were now hung with slices of drying meat, and we had built slow fires beneath. An east wind would have carried the smoke toward the herd and stampeded it.

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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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