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I saw that the black-bear skin was bound to one of the posts at the entrance
Offering food before the shrine of the Big Birds’ ceremony
Big Birds’ ceremony
Sing louder cousin, sing louder, that I may hear you
When a man mourned he cut off his hair, painted his body with white clay
I was too well-bred to look up at him, but I did not always hurry to finish my sweeping
On his back I saw a handsome otter-skin quiver, full of arrows
Then he arose and took my baby tenderly in his arms
Indian Burial Ground