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Baby-like, I ran my fingers through the shiny grain, spilling a few kernels on the floor
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One evening in the corn planting moon, she was making ready her seed for the morrow’s planting. She had a string of braided ears lying beside her. Of these ears she chose the best, broke off the tip and butt of each, and shelled the perfect grain of the mid-cob into a wooden bowl. Baby-like, I ran my fingers through the shiny grain, spilling a few kernels on the floor.
“Do not do that,” cried my grandmother. “Corn is sacred; if you waste it, the gods will be angry.”
- Auteur
- 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 - Ajoutée le
- Lundi 10 Janvier 2022
- Dimensions
- 600*593
- Mots-clés
- Century:19th, Children, Indigenous, Place:America
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