- Methods Employed by Indians of Hafting Stone Weapons
- Great Serpent, Adams County, Ohio
- Daughter, save me!
- Indian
- I am an old woman now
- Skull
- Abraham Lincoln
- Marriage
- Making a booth -3
- many families floated their stuff over in tent covers
- With horn spoon she filled her mouth with water
- Each paddle had a large hole cut in the center of the blade. Without this hole, a paddle wobbled in the current
- Making a booth -1
- The Lodge - 1
- In his shadow he saw what he had been. It was a thorn bush
- The Early House of Abraham Lincoln
- Arrow Heads in the National Museum
- The Lodge - 2
- An ear was parched by thrusting a stick into the cob, and holding it over the coals
- And she turned the leggings up and poured the rose berries out on the ground
- The Voyage Home
- Suddenly a Sioux warrior
- Opening Battles Of The Atlanta Campaign
- As we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sit
- Another form of Drying Meat
- Making a booth -2
- Suddenly the knoll began to shake
- I had hewn this paddle from a cottonwood log, only the day before. My own, lighter and better made
- The Sioux fired
- Elephant Mound, Wisconsin
- Cooking Dried Meat
- Soldier with staff and pipe
- It was a Massive Silver Cup
- 'We are Going to Win,' Declared Harriet
- Gen. John B. Hood
- Battles Around Atlanta
- Soldier
- We made our eleventh camp on the north side of the Missouri
- Drying meat
- Indian and Mound-builder Spear-heads
- Gen. Joseph E. Johnston
- Fallen Soldier
- Seven Soldiers
- After a council with Hood and Polk, Johnston abandoned the Cassville position
- Supplements to the rations
- Four long and bloody months
- Veterans
- It’s P. E.!
- The Lodge - 3
- A big fire was built
- A Destroyed Train
- Maj. Gen. James B. McPherson
- Cavalry
- Strikes-Many Woman parched ripe sweet corn, pounded it in a mortar with roast buffalo fats, and kneaded the meal into little balls
- We’ll Enter to Win, Boys!
- Our stages were now hung with slices of drying meat
- My two mothers, I knew, were planning a big feast
- I put on my copper kettle and made blood pudding
- The smaller ears we bore to the village in our baskets
- The Hunting Camp