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My little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearly

My little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearly.jpg They looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face blackThumbnailsWe also had a big, soft ball, stuffed with antelope hair, which we would bounce in the air with the footThey looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face blackThumbnailsWe also had a big, soft ball, stuffed with antelope hair, which we would bounce in the air with the footThey looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face blackThumbnailsWe also had a big, soft ball, stuffed with antelope hair, which we would bounce in the air with the footThey looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face blackThumbnailsWe also had a big, soft ball, stuffed with antelope hair, which we would bounce in the air with the footThey looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face blackThumbnailsWe also had a big, soft ball, stuffed with antelope hair, which we would bounce in the air with the foot
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My little half sister was my usual playmate. She was two years younger than I, and I loved her dearly. She had a pretty name, Cold Medicine. On our prairies grows a flower with long, yellow root. In old times, if a warrior was running from enemies and became wearied he chewed a bit of the root and rubbed it on his eyelids. It made his eyes and tongue feel cold and kept him awake. The flower for this reason was called cold medicine. When my father spoke my sister’s name, it made him think of this flower and of the many times he had bravely gone out with war parties.

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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