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The first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold Medicine

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The first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold Medicine.jpg MarriageThumbnailsAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitMarriageThumbnailsAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitMarriageThumbnailsAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitMarriageThumbnailsAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitMarriageThumbnailsAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitMarriageThumbnailsAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitMarriageThumbnailsAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sit

For nigh a week my father and my two mothers were busy getting ready the feast foods for the wedding. On the morning of the sixth day, my father took from his bag a fine weasel-skin cap and an eagle-feather war bonnet. The first he put on my head; the second he handed to my sister, Cold Medicine. “Take these to Hanging Stone’s lodge,” he said.