The American Missionary — Volume 34, No. 3, March, 1880Various
Religion
The American Missionary — Volume 34, No. 3, March, 1880
Various
Congregational churches -- Missions -- Periodicals; Home missions -- Periodicals
DEAR FRIEND: I was born in Grand Island, Neb. in the 15 day of
November. My mother was married by a white man, and used to live in
Grand Island, and my father was scouting with the Pawnees, and once it
rain very hard and he got lightling struck and died; I did not know
him, I never seen him, my mother tells me about him. When he died, my
mother went back to her home, and lived with her brother, who lived
like a white man. In 1869 I went on a hunting bufflos with the Pawnees
and Puncas. We went on about three days; they found some bufflos, so
all the men got their best horses and fixed them up, and then took
their bows and arrows and guns. They went all around them, and then
they just run their horses to see who’ill get there first, one man
would kill two or three, sometimes four and eight, and they skin them,
and take them home, skin and all. The skins is used for mocassins and
men legends (leggings). Once I went swimming while the men went after
bufflos, while I was in the water I seen a bufllo coming where I was,
frightened me to, I had to climbed upon a tree. It was mad, and some
men were after him; and had some arrows in him. They killed it, and
then I got down, and I seen them skin it. We had lots bufflo meat; we
camp the same place, the Indians were drying their meat, so it will
less (last) long. After while we went on again, we went on till sun
was sat. Next morning they seen some more bufflos; they killed many
more; they had to stay there till their meat was dry. We stayed there
and then the Indian women got their work things and work on with their
skins. They finished them and had lots meat and skins. We return home
again.
I just eat dry meat all the time. No town near to buy some bread nor
sugar. I used to be hungry for bread. I used to cry for bread. My
stepfather had to take me where their was some Pawnees, that did not go
on hunting. We got there. I had all the bread I want. I was glad then.
The next day we went on and got to a town; and got in the cars, and
went on; we got to another town; we get out and went to my home, and
then they sent me to school. I went to school four months. I went home
again.
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