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On his back I saw a handsome otter-skin quiver, full of arrows

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On his back I saw a handsome otter-skin quiver, full of arrows.jpg When my sack was filled, I tied it shut and slung it on my back by my packing strapThumbnailsI was too well-bred to look up at him, but I did not always hurry to finish my sweepingWhen my sack was filled, I tied it shut and slung it on my back by my packing strapThumbnailsI was too well-bred to look up at him, but I did not always hurry to finish my sweepingWhen my sack was filled, I tied it shut and slung it on my back by my packing strapThumbnailsI was too well-bred to look up at him, but I did not always hurry to finish my sweepingWhen my sack was filled, I tied it shut and slung it on my back by my packing strapThumbnailsI was too well-bred to look up at him, but I did not always hurry to finish my sweeping

We were off the next morning before the sun was up. I walked with my mothers and the other women. The men went a little ahead, armed, some with guns, others with bows. Sacred-Red-Eagle-Wing walked behind the men. On his back I saw a handsome otter-skin quiver, full of arrows. I felt safer to see those arrows. Enemies might be lurking anywhere in the woods, ready to capture us or take our scalps. We Indian women dared not go far into the woods without men to protect us.