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Turtle and her old-fashioned digging stick

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Turtle and her old-fashioned digging stick.jpg Turtle, I think, was the last woman in the tribe to use an old-fashioned, bone-bladed hoeThumbnailsTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeTurtle, I think, was the last woman in the tribe to use an old-fashioned, bone-bladed hoeThumbnailsTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeTurtle, I think, was the last woman in the tribe to use an old-fashioned, bone-bladed hoeThumbnailsTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeTurtle, I think, was the last woman in the tribe to use an old-fashioned, bone-bladed hoeThumbnailsTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeTurtle, I think, was the last woman in the tribe to use an old-fashioned, bone-bladed hoeThumbnailsTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the time

I was too little to note very much of what was done. I remember that my father set up boundary marks—little piles of earth or stones, I think they were—to mark the corners of the field we claimed. My mothers and Turtle began at one end of the field and worked forward. My mothers had their heavy iron hoes; and Turtle, her old-fashioned digging stick.