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A heavy wind blew the snow in our faces, nearly blinding us

A heavy wind blew the snow in our faces, nearly blinding us.jpg To eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeThumbnailsSkaters on the Reservoir at La VilletteTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeThumbnailsSkaters on the Reservoir at La VilletteTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeThumbnailsSkaters on the Reservoir at La VilletteTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeThumbnailsSkaters on the Reservoir at La VilletteTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeThumbnailsSkaters on the Reservoir at La Villette
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“We had a hard time,” he said. “Perhaps the gods, for some cause, were angry with us. We had gone five days; evening came and it began to rain. We were on the prairie, and our young men sat all night with their saddles and saddle skins over their heads to keep off the rain.

“In the morning, the rain turned to snow. A heavy wind blew the snow in our faces, nearly blinding us.

Author
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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