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To eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the time

To eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the time.jpg How the snow did fly as he dug and scraped and shoveledThumbnailsA heavy wind blew the snow in our faces, nearly blinding usHow the snow did fly as he dug and scraped and shoveledThumbnailsA heavy wind blew the snow in our faces, nearly blinding usHow the snow did fly as he dug and scraped and shoveledThumbnailsA heavy wind blew the snow in our faces, nearly blinding usHow the snow did fly as he dug and scraped and shoveledThumbnailsA heavy wind blew the snow in our faces, nearly blinding usHow the snow did fly as he dug and scraped and shoveledThumbnailsA heavy wind blew the snow in our faces, nearly blinding us
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To eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the time. To hunt deer he left the lodge before daybreak, on snowshoes, if the snow was deep. He had a flintlock gun, a smoothbore with a short barrel. The wooden stock was studded with brass nails. For shot he used slugs, bits of lead which he cut from a bar, and chewed to make round like bullets. Powder and shot were hard to get in those days

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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