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Marriage.jpg As we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitThumbnailsThe first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold MedicineAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitThumbnailsThe first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold MedicineAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitThumbnailsThe first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold MedicineAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitThumbnailsThe first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold MedicineAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitThumbnailsThe first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold MedicineAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitThumbnailsThe first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold Medicine
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Turning to me he spoke: “My daughter, I have tried to raise you right. I have hunted and worked hard to give you food to eat. Now I want you to take my advice. Take this man for your husband. Try always to love him. Do not think in your heart, ‘I am a handsome young woman, but this man, my husband, is older and not handsome.’ Never taunt your husband. Try not to do anything that will make him angry.”

I did not answer yes or no to this; for I thought, “If my father wishes me to do this, why that is the best thing for me to do.” I had been taught to be obedient to my father. I do not think white children are taught so, as we Indian children were taught.

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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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