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A Buffalo Hunt.jpg Prehistoric Men Attacking the Great Cave BearsThumbnailsShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesPrehistoric Men Attacking the Great Cave BearsThumbnailsShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesPrehistoric Men Attacking the Great Cave BearsThumbnailsShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesPrehistoric Men Attacking the Great Cave BearsThumbnailsShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesPrehistoric Men Attacking the Great Cave BearsThumbnailsShe dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloesPrehistoric Men Attacking the Great Cave BearsThumbnailsShe 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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My young husband and I lived together but a few years. He died of lung sickness; and, after I had mourned a year, I married Son-of-a-Star, a Mandan. My family wished me to marry again; for, while an Indian woman could raise corn for herself and family, she could not hunt to get meat and skins.

Son-of-a-Star was a kind man, and my father liked him. “He is brave, daughter,” Small Ankle said. “He wears two eagle feathers, for he has twice struck an enemy, and he has danced the death dance. Three times he has shot an arrow through a buffalo.” It was not easy to shoot an arrow through a buffalo and few of my tribe had done so.

Spring had come, and in the moon of Breaking Ice we returned to Like-a-Fishhook village. Our hunters had not killed many deer the winter before, and our stores of corn were getting low. As ours was a large family, Son-of-a-Star thought he would join a hunting party that was going up the river for buffaloes. “Even if we do not find much game,” he said, “we shall kill enough for ourselves. We younger men should not be eating the corn and beans that old men and children need.”

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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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