- Baby-like, I ran my fingers through the shiny grain, spilling a few kernels on the floor
- Harvesting
- The wild geese had come north, but this fact alone was not proof that winter had gone
- Gardening
- A heavy wind blew the snow in our faces, nearly blinding us
- I saw that the black-bear skin was bound to one of the posts at the entrance
- Winter clothing
- Old Turtle made me a dolly of deer skin stuffed with antelope hair
- Inside the lodge
- Turtle, I think, was the last woman in the tribe to use an old-fashioned, bone-bladed hoe
- Turtle’s hoe was made of the shoulder bone of a buffalo set in a light-wood handle, the blade firmly bound in place with thong
- My father stabled his horses at night in our lodge, in a little corral fenced off against the wall
- To eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the time
- Winter Camp
- At this hour, fires burned before most of the tepees
- Drums on a summer's evening
- Grandfather sacred medicines
- Hidatsas burial scaffolds
- Buffalo grazing
- The Syce on duty