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My father stabled his horses at night in our lodge, in a little corral fenced off against the wall

My father stabled his horses at night in our lodge, in a little corral fenced off against the wall.jpg 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 thongThumbnailsTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeTurtle’s hoe was made of the shoulder bone of a buffalo set in a light-wood handle, the blade firmly bound in place with thongThumbnailsTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeTurtle’s hoe was made of the shoulder bone of a buffalo set in a light-wood handle, the blade firmly bound in place with thongThumbnailsTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeTurtle’s hoe was made of the shoulder bone of a buffalo set in a light-wood handle, the blade firmly bound in place with thongThumbnailsTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the timeTurtle’s hoe was made of the shoulder bone of a buffalo set in a light-wood handle, the blade firmly bound in place with thongThumbnailsTo eke out our store of corn and keep the pot boiling, my father hunted much of the time
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My father stabled his horses at night in our lodge, in a little corral fenced off against the wall. “I do not want the Sioux to steal them,” he used to say. In the morning, after breakfast, he drove them out upon the prairie, to pasture, but brought them in again before sunset. In very cold weather my mothers cut down young cottonwoods and let our horses browse on the tender branches.

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Waheenee--An Indian Girl's Story
By Waheenee
as told to Gilbert Livingstone Wilson
Illustrator: Frederick N. Wilson
Published in 1921
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