Always, when my mother started for the river, I stopped my play to run along with her. Here, morning, noon, and evening, my mother came to draw water from the muddy stream for our household use. A footpath wound its way gently down the sloping land till it reached the broad river bottom creeping through the long swamp grasses that bent over it on either side, it came out on the edge of the Missouri. Impressions of an Indian ChildhoodĪ WIGWAM of weather-stained canvas stood at the base of some irregularly ascending hills. The Widespread Enigma of Blue-Star Woman 159 Lecturer Author of "Old Indian Legends," "Americanize the First American," and other stories Member of the Woman's National Foundation, League of American Pen-Women, and the Washington Salon " There is no great there is no small in the mind that causeth all " Washington: Hayworth Publishing House, 1921. American Indian Stories.Īmerican Indian Stories by Zitkala-Sa (1876-1938).
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