TAILIEUCHUNG - American Indian stories

A wigwam of weather-stained canvas stood at the base of some irregularly ascending hills. 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. Here, morning, noon, and evening, my mother came to draw water from the muddy stream for our household use. Always, when my mother started for the river, I stopped my play to run along with her. She was only of medium height. Often she was sad and silent, at which times her. | American Indian stories by Zitkala-Sa 1 American Indian stories by Zitkala-Sa The Project Gutenberg EBook of American Indian stories by Zitkala-Sa This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title American Indian stories Author Zitkala-Sa Release Date December 3 2003 EBook 10376 Language English Character set encoding ISO-8859-1 START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES Produced by Juliet Sutherland Brett Koonce and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES BY ZITKALA-SA Gertrude Bonnin Dakota Sioux Indian 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 American Indian stories by Zitkala-Sa 2 There is no great there is no small in the mind that causeth all 1921 CONTENTS Impressions of an Indian Childhood The School Days of an Indian Girl An Indian Teacher Among Indians The Great Spirit The Soft-Hearted Sioux The Trial Path A Warrior s Daughter A Dream of Her Grandfather The Widespread Enigma of Blue-Star Woman America s Indian Problem IMPRESSIONS OF AN INDIAN CHILDHOOD I. MY MOTHER. A wigwam of weather-stained canvas stood at the base of some irregularly ascending hills. 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. Here morning noon and evening my mother came to draw water from the muddy stream for our household use. Always when my mother started for the river I stopped my play to run along with her. She was only of medium height. Often she was sad and silent at which times her full arched lips were compressed into hard and bitter .

• Tiếng Anh thương mại
• The Trial Path
• The Great Spirit
• Indian Childhood
• Her Grandfather
• Indian Girl
• Americas Indian Proble
• BMC Musculoskeletal Disorders
• Physical therapy
• Physical activity
• Knee osteoarthritis
• Disease management strategies