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INDIAN CHILD LIFE 

WITH NUMEROUS FULL-PAGE COLOUR-PLATES AFTER PAINTINGS IN WATER-COLOUR 
TOGETHER WITH ILLUSTRATIONS IN BLACK-AND-WHITE 

By EDWIN WILLARD DEMING 

AND WITH NEW STORIES 

By THERESE 0. DEMING 



NEW YORK 

Copyright, 1899, by 

FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY 

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A RUNAWAY. 


0NCE, after an arickara Indian mother had finished all her packing, as they were 
going to move camp, she fixed a travois on her big dog and placed her baby in 


the basket. Then all was ready and they 



THE TWO DOGS BEGAN TO FIGHT. 

baby. Indian babies play with little dolls 
fringe for hair. If a feather is placed in the 


were about to start, when a great, ugly 
black dog came along, and the two dogs 
began to fight. 

The squaw whipped them apart, and 
after she had quieted her poor little 
baby boy, who had been very much 
frightened, she put him back into his 
little carriage, and soon the Indians 
started. 

ddie squaw walked beside the dog to 
guide him and, also, to amuse her 
made of buckskin, with long buckskin 
dolly’s hair the babies think it is beauti¬ 


fully dressed. 

I he baby of our story was having a lovely time 


with his dolly and so his mother 





A RUNAWAY. 


thought she would just drop back and have a little chat with another Indian mother 
while the baby was good. 

She had hardly turned around, when that naughty dog saw a great big jack rabbit, 
just ahead, and thought it would make a delicious dinner. Off he started. He 
jumped right through the rough sage brush, and the poor baby rolled out. His 
mother was afraid he would be badly hurt, but he was only frightened. When the 

squaw caught the naughty dog again, she tied a rope around his neck and kept tight 

hold of it, so he couldn’t play another trick on her. 

When the Indians stopped and camped, the little boy picked up a stick and 

whipped that dog as hard as he could for treating him so badly during the day’s 

traveling. 



THE LITTLE BOY PICKED UP A STICK. 












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A GREEDY BEAR. 



Qnce there was a little PUEBLO Indian boy and his father was one of the best hunters in 
the village. One morning he went out into the mountains to shoot deer, the meat ol 
which was to be dried for the winter supply. 

He was walking very carefully, as he would have 
frightened the game away if he had made a noise. 

Suddenly he heard a sound as if a mama bear 
were scolding a cub for being sellish. He looked, 
and there, indeed, was an old she-bear turning 
over stones and try nig to find some grubs for her 
babies. 

The Indian shot the mama bear and one of the 
cubs scampered off as fast as he could go, but the 


TRYING TO FIND SOME GRUBS FOR HER BABIES. 


hunter caught the other little bear and tied a horse¬ 


hair rope tight around the little fellow’s neck, so he could drag him home to his little tan- 


TSI-DAY. 


The two became very good friends, and when TAN-TSI-DAY'S mother brought a bowl of 
porridge to her baby, she always put in enough for the baby bear too. 




A GREEDY BEAR. 


One clay the baby bear was naughty, and when TAN-TSI-DAY’S mother had gone into the 
house, he took the bowl and ate all the porridge himself, and didn’t give his little play-fel¬ 
low any. 

The baby was very much surprised, and called his Indian mother. 

Do you know how she punished the selfish little bear? When the next meal-time came, 
she just brought enough of the good porridge for her TAN-TSI-DAY, and made that naughty 
bear eat with the puppies. I think baby bear won’t be such a greedy little fellow when 
allowed to eat with his little companion again. 



DRAG HIM HOME TO HIS LITTLE TAN-TSI-DAY. 






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IN MISCHIEF. 


The naughty bear had been kept away from his playfellow for some time, and as the two 
loved one another so much, it made them both feel very sad. 

One day the Indian mother went out to visit, and 
baby bear saw her go. “ Now, ” thought he, “I 
will see my little friend, and, it I am a very good 
little bear, perhaps his mother will let us play 
together again.” 

Baby bear crept along very carefully, and when 
he thought the mother was not looking he hid be- 
hind a bake oven and almost had his first accident, 
for TAN-TSi-DAY’S mother had left one of her best 
jars standing there with herbs to dry. 

HE HID BEHIND A BAKE OVEN. J ^ 

When the mother had got out of sight the baby 
bear marched into the adobe home of his friend, and then the two companions were glad. 

But baby bear and TAN-TSI-DAY saw the jars with all the good things in them, and then 
they forgot to try to be good. 







in mischief. 


They ate the dried berries and sweet roots; tipped the jars and baskets to see if any 
goodies were in them; and when they had eaten all they wanted, sat just as close to each 
other as possible and went fast asleep. 

After a while the mother came home, and when she saw those two fast asleep, the jars 
broken, and all her good things spilled over the floor, she became very angry and started to 
whip them. 

Baby bear wakened up and ran as fast as his clumsy little legs would let him; but he 
didn’t reach the top of his pole before the Indian mother had given him a good switching. 



REACH THE TOP OF HIS POLE. 





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CANOE BOYS. 


MTTLE CHIPPEWAY Indian boys have lots of good times. In the spring they help 
their fathers and big brothers to make maple sugar. They watch the birch-bark 
troughs and, when one is full of sap, carry and empty it into a big kettle over a fire 

to boil down. 

Often the bears find the sap during the night, and, as 
they like sweets very much, drink it all; and the little 
boys are disappointed in the morning, when they go 
around with their birch-bark buckets, to find it all gone. 
Sometimes the bears try to steal the boiling syrup, and 
then they get their paws badly burned for trying to be 
thieves. 

In summer, the boys love to swim and play in the lit¬ 
tle lakes that are so numerous in the region of their 
home. One afternoon a number of boys got into a 

canoe and paddled, and as many other boys waded out into one of the shallow lakes 

to have some fun. The boys in the water were to try and take the canoe away from 

the boys that were inside. Oh, how hard the two sides worked, one to keep the 





CANOE BOYS. 


boat right side up, and the other side to capture it; for if they tipped the canoe and 
spilled all the boys out they gained the victory, and would get in and see if they 
could hold it. They splashed the water in all directions, and when one boy fell or 
was pulled out of the boat, didn’t he get a good ducking! The little dog helped all 
he could by barking very loud and trying to frighten the boys in the water. 

They played until it was so dark they had to stop and go home. 

I heir houses, canoes, baskets, buckets and various other things, are made out of 
the bark of the birch tree. 

Whenever any of the CHIPPEWAY Indians want to go visiting, they always go in 
canoes when possible, for they are canoe Indians and almost live in their boats. 
They seldom go visiting on horseback as most other tribes do. 



THEY ALWAYS GO IN CANOhS. 







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WINTER FUN. 


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'p'HE little ASSINIBOIN Indian boys had a great deal of snow in winter, and, as they 
have no sleds as white boys have, they took buffalo ribs and slid down hill on 

them. 

A little boy was walking over the snow one day, on 
his snow-shoes, when he thought what fun it would be, if 
the boys would all go over on the hill and slide. He 
walked through the village, playing he was the town crier, 
and called all the little boys out on the hill to slide. 

I hey all took their buffalo ribs and went out, and the 
little girls—some who had babies on their backs, and some 
who were only playing—and even the mothers and grand¬ 
mothers went along to see how much fun the boys were 

A LITTLE BOY WAS WALKING OVER THE S 011 k^ ha\ C. 

snow one day,on his snow-shoes. Some of the boys fastened the buffalo ribs on their feet, 

while others made little sleds by fastening the ribs together and making cross pieces 
of wood. Then they started at the top of the lull and came down, one after the other, 
shouting and laughing while other boys threw snow at them. 















































WINTER FUN. 


Several times they went down the hill without any accident, and they were begin¬ 
ning to think nothing could throw them. They all ran up the hill for another long 
slide, the first one up was to be the first to start. One started right after the other, 
and as the first one was nearly at the bottom of the hill he lost his balance and over 
he went. The other boys were close behind him, and as each one came he went over, 
and the boys and girls, who were watching thought that was more fun for them than 
the sliding had been. Even the three companions who had been throwing sticks over 
the snow to see which could make them slide farthest, stopped their game to see how 
the boys were piled on top of one another. 



THROWING STICKS OVER THE SNOW TO SEE WHICH 
COULD MAKE THEM SLIDE FARTHEST. 






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MR. AND MRS. ANTELOPE AND THE BABIES. 


One bright, sunny day, Mr. and Mrs. Antelope took little Baby Antelope out for a 

run. They knew where to find a lovely feeding-ground, so that their baby could 
have a good dinner of nice young grass. 

Mr. and Mrs. Antelope were walking along 
very quietly; but the baby was so pleased to 
get out, that she gamboled far away, and 
frisked about. 

Pretty soon she came running back very 
much frightened and said, “Oh Mamma and 
Papa Antelope, do come with me! I have 
seen some of the queerest little animals over near that tree, and I don’t know what 
they are.” 

Mr. and Mrs. Antelope became very much worried, because they thought perhaps 
their little one had seen one of those animals that walk on two legs and carry a long 
iron stick that can hit and kill them from afar. As Mr. and Mrs. Antelope are very 



MR. AND MRS. ANTELOPE TOOK LITTLE BABY ANTE¬ 
LOPE OUT FOR A RUN. 




MR. AND MRS. ANTELOPE AND THE BABIES. 


curious people, they wanted to see what their baby meant. Can you guess what they 
saw? Leaning against the tree were two queer little animals. Mr. and Mrs. Ante¬ 
lope thought hard and looked very keenly; but they had never seen such animals 
before. 

Weren t Mr. and Mrs. Antelope funny? They didn’t know that if thev stayed 
much longer, a SIOUX Indian mother would come out from the bushes where she 
was picking berries and frighten them away from her little baby and then she would 

have to scold her daughter IOM-BE for falling asleep and not taking better care of 
her baby brother. 














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THE CLIFF-DWELLERS AND THEIR PETS. 


^ LONG time ago, before the white people came to live here, the cochiti Indians 
used to live in houses made by hollowing deep holes into the north side of the deep 
canons. They built their houses to face the south, because it was warmer in winter 

when the fierce north wind came over the mountains to 
see what damage he could do. Instead ol finding houses 
to go into, he could only blow against the mountains. 

The little boys used to climb down the sides of the 
cliffs from their homes, and play in the warm sunshine 
with their tame foxes and make them jump for dried 
meat. 

Sometimes they took their bows and arrows and went 
out to hunt wild turkeys in the arroyos, or deep gullies 
around their homes. 

At night the foxes found a warm place in some house 
that had been deserted, perhaps because the opening had 
grown too large and the sand had drifted in, or perhaps because it was not sheltered 
enough from the snow in winter. The boys would climb to their own houses. 







THE CLIFF-DWELLERS AND THEIR PETS. 


In those days, the men and boys had to watch from high places to warn the people 
of the approach of any of their enemies, because the NAVAJO and APACHE Indians 
troubled the PUEBLO Indians a great deal in olden times. 

As long as the watchers could see no enemy, the women used to carry water from 
the river—which was quite far away—gather wood and till little patches of ground, but 
as soon as the enemy came down upon them, they looked for water in wells dug into 
the rock to hold the rain when it fell. This water was always saved for cases of this 
kind. 



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THE BURRO RACE. 



^pOM-O-PiNG was a little PUEBLO Indian boy and one day his father said to him, 
“TOM-O-PING take my big black burro over to the canon to feed.” TOM-O-PING 
didn’t say, “wait a minute” to his father, but jumped right on his burro. 

As he was going through the pueblo, he 
met his three companions, A-GO-YA, TO-A and 
BO-PING. TOM-O-PING did not like togo alone, 
so he asked two of his little friends to jump 
on behind him while the third ran along as 
best he could, and they would all get their 
own burros and have a race. The boys did 

not have to be asked twice, so theyjumped 
WH.LEBO-PING’S DOG BARKED AT H,s HEELS. on behind TOM-O-PING and then, as they 

were anxious to get to racing, they all tried to hurry the poor old burro along by 
kicking him in the ribs while BO-PING’S dog barked at his heels. Mr. Burro was 
tired and wouldn’t endure that Ion"; so in a moment he was standing on his fore-legs 
and the three boys were turning somersaults over his head, while the dog was kicked 
high in the air. I he boys jumped upon his back again and this time were more pa¬ 
tient, so they finally reached the canon where the donkeys were feeding in safety. 















THE BURRO RACE. 


The th ree waited for their friend to come and then each boy caught his own little 
animal, and as TO-A was the eldest boy he gave the signal to start. ONE ! TWO ! ! 
three!!! and off they went over fields and prairie, down the old trail and through 
the sage brush, shouting and laughing and urging their little steeds along. First BO- 
PING was a little ahead, and then he was glad, for he had been telling how well his 
little donkey could go. Then the others whipped their small animals a little harder for 
none wanted to be beaten. How they did go! You never saw four little donkeys go 
faster. At last the race came to an end, and the little children, who had gathered to 
see the finish, clapped their hands and laughed as TO-A, who was a favorite with them 
all, came in just a little ahead of his companions. 



THE BOYS WERE TURNING SOMERSAULTS OVER HIS HEAD. 






































LEARNING TO SHOOT. 


Indian fathers are just as proud of their little sons as white fathers are of theirs. 

One day, a CROW Indian chief came in from the mountains, where he had been 
hunting and said to his little son: “Now, my little warrior, you are getting to be a 

big boy, you must grow up to be a big chief of your tribe. 
\ ou must leai n to shoot and be brave so that when you grow 
up, you will earn a name, and your people will love you.” 

The fathei gave his little son a tiny bow and some arrows, 
and taking him by the hand, called his little clog and went 
out to see what they could find to shoot at. Just outside of 
the tepees, were some bushes where the magpies had gathered 
and were chattering together, enjoying the beautiful sunshine. 

Magpies are very inquisitive birds, and when they saw the 
little hunter, come along with his dog and his father, one of 
the little birds jumped down from the bush and hopped over to see what they were 
going to do. The father thought this was a good chance for his boy, so he got down 

on the ground to instruct him. The little fellow shot, and do you know he killed 
one of those birds ! 







LEARNING TO SHOOT. 


I hen the father was just as proud as his little boy. The little fellow picked up 
the bird, and then off he started for home. His mother was sitting in the tepee 
making her little son a new pair of moccasins, and when he came in and threw the 
bird over for her to see, she was as much pleased as her boy, for soon he would be 
able to shoot rabbits and other game for her to cook for his dinner. 



ABLE TO SHOOT RABBITS. 








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LITTLE BIRD, THE NAVAJO SHEPHERD BOY. 


LITTLE bird was a little Navajo boy, whose papa had given him a dear little pony, 
because be took sucb good care of the sheep. 

When LI BILE bird went out with his papa’s flock of sheep, he always took 
some goats along to help keep the flock together and drive off wolves or bears. LIT¬ 
TLE bird, on his pony’s back, would watch, and the goats would climb on the 
rocks wheie they could see a long distance. One day, while they were watching, 

LiiTLE bird fell asleep, on his pony’s 
back. He didn t think there were any wolves 
or bears about; but soon he was dreamino- : 
that he heard the sheep making a great noise, 
and when he awoke, he saw that they were 
veiy much frightened and that the goats were 
marching toward the canon. 

What do you think he saw? A great, black 
beai holding a dear little lamb in his arms, 








LITTLE BIRD, THE NAVAJO SHEPHERD BOY. 


to carry it off. One of the goats watched, and then started after him with a rush! 
Mr. Bear couldn t fight very well with the lamb in his arms, and he didn’t want to 
chop his dinnei, so he turned to run; but Mr. Goat had made up his mind that Mr. 
Beai wouldn t have lamb for his dinner, so he lowered his head, made a rush and 
butted that beai so hard that it made him drop the lamb and made him turn a 
complete somersault. 

Then the old bear ran off as fast as he could, trying to dodge the butting, Mr. 
Goat was giving him. 

O O 



MADE HIM TURN A COMPLETE SOMERSAULT. 




















LITTLE BEAVER AND THE TAME CROWS. 


QNE d ay as LITTLE BEAVER was playing on the prairie before his mother’s tepee, he 
saw his father coming across an arroyo from a hunting trip he had taken. 
little BEAVER looked very intently, for on top of one of the pack horses, he saw 
two black things flapping their wings. 

As soon as his father had got home and the things were unpacked, he said, 
“Come, my little warrior, I want to tell you a story.” As soon as his little boy was 
on his knees he said: “While I was riding through the woods, I heard something 
say, ‘Caw, Caw.’ At first, I didn’t see where it was and then I wished I had my 
little bright-eyed boy, for he could see. By and by it said ‘ Caw, Caw,’ again and 
then, looking up, I saw an old mother crow standing on a limb, with a little crow 
on each side of her. I shot the mother and then climbed the tree and captured 
these two little crows and brought them home to my boy.” 

LITTLE BEAVER was very much pleased, and he used to play a great deal with 
these two new pets. 




LITTLE BEAVER AND THE TAME CROWS. 




grown 


Not long alter, when the crows had 
quite big and mischievous, LITTLE BEAVER sat 
outside of the tepee on the ground, to eat some 


di 


nner. 


Th 


e crows saw 


um 


and 


came 


ru nmim 


over to him. While 
frighten one away the 
his meat and they kept it up quite a while until the little 
boy whipped them away. I hen the crows felt very 
mournful to think they had been beaten, and walked away 
with their heads drooping, as it they knew enough to be 
ashamed of what they had tried to do. 


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BRIGHT-EYES AND HIS PUMA KITTENS. 


INDIAN BOYS have very queer pets ; they capture bear cubs, puma or mountain lion 
kittens, and various other young animals of the forest and tame them. The boys 
like to play with these strange pets, as much as little white boys love to play with 

puppies or kittens. 

Some Indian boys, just like the white boys, enjoy 
teasing their pets, which is very wrong as it makes 

the animals very angry, and often the boys are pun¬ 

ished beyond their expectation for their naughtiness. 

BRIGHT-EYES was a little PAWNEE boy, who had 
two pretty little puma kittens, of which he was very 

proud, and when he did not tease or make them an- 
SOME INDIAN BOYS ENJOY TEASING THEIR PETS. ]. i* r 11 i , 

gry the}/ would let him fondle and caress them just 

as you would a kitten. 

One day BRIGHT-EYES was sitting on a blanket under a tree playing with his kit¬ 
tens, when two of his friends came along. He asked them to stop and they did, be¬ 
cause BRIGHT-EYES seemed to be having such a good time with his pets. 








BRIGHT-EYES AND HIS PUMA KITTENS 


The other boys did not play as gently as BRIGHT-EYES had done, and began teas¬ 
ing the kittens. They became very angry and wild. They scratched at the boys and 
tried to bite them, and if BRIGHT-EYES had been alone he would have fared very 
badly because he could not have beaten his wild pets off, but the other boys were older 
and they succeeded in quieting them enough to lead them away and tie them up. 

I he kittens never trusted BRIGHT-EYES again as they did before, and the little fel¬ 
low felt very sad. His father did not trust him with his pets either, and after that 
always kept the kittens tied even though BRIGHT-EYES promised not to make them 
angry any more. 















HODGSKA MAKES A VISIT. 


I WILL tell you of a little red boy going visiting, and perhaps you can fancy why 
he liked it so much. 



One day a CROW Indian mother called her little boy, HODGSKA, and told him to 

get dressed and she would take him to 
see his grandfather. HODGSKA was de¬ 
lighted. He came running in, and his 
mother put a pretty red breech-clout on 
him, braided his hair neatly, and then 
painted the part in his hair red, and HODG¬ 
SKA was ready to start. 

I lie horses were all ready, too. The 

had to pull up his feet To KEEP his mqccasins dry. mot h er 's saddle was all decorated with 

bright colored flannel and pretty bead work, and HODGSKA had a bright blanket 

thrown over his horse’s back. The mother rode in front because she had “to lead the 

way. I hey followed an old trail for awhile, and HODGSKA was disappointed because 

he didn’t think that was fun. Then off in the distance he saw a river, and oh how 
he wished they would have to cross it! 







IIODGSKA MAKES A VISIT. 


IIODGSKA was delighted when they really started to cross. In splashed the horses, 

and the water kept getting deeper and deeper until it came so high that the little boy 

had to pull up his feet to keep his moccasins dry. 

Aftei the river had been forded they had to climb over a mountain, and HODGSKA 
as S' a d lie had brought Ins bow and arrows because he might be able to shoot 
something to take to his grandfather. They rode very quietly, and little HODGSKA 

tried to ride especially quiet because he knew if he made much noise he would 

1 lighten the game. Soon he heard a little noise in the brush and looking over he saw 
two pretty deer, but they saw^ him, too, and ran off just as fast as they could. 

hodgska heard the little birds chattering and calling to one another and he saw a 

bear, but he found nothing he could shoot; so he had to meet his grandfather without 
being able to show what a hunter he had become. 



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PLAYING AT MOVING HOUSE. 


0NCE there were two little piegan Indian girls and they had been playing in a lit¬ 
tle play tepee for a long time. They had their baby brothers with them, and 
the babies had been playing out in the warm sunshine with their dogs, while the lit¬ 
tle girls played with their Indian dollies. 

The little brothers were good for a long time, 
and then they became tired of playing in one 
place, just as little white children get tired, so the 
sisters thought they would play at moving house. 

They fastened two long poles to the sides of 
the dog and made a travois, then they put a bas¬ 
ket between the poles and laid their dollies in 
this play carriage. Then the little girls started to 
take down their tepee. 

All of a sudden the most awful accident 
pened! The puppy caught one of the dollies in his mouth and ran off as hard as he 
could run. I he poor little mamma was almost frantic. She ran after the naughty 
puppy and caught him just as he was about to chew that poor dolly up! 




RAN OFF AS HARD AS HE COULD RUN. 




PLAYING AT MOVING HOUSE. 


After the poor dolly had been petted and loved, it was put back into the travois, 
and after all the packing had been finished the little girls took their baby brothers on 
their backs and started to move. 

Just as they were passing their homes their mothers came to the door and called 
them in to their dinner. They didn’t say “In a minute,” as little white children very 
often do, but went right away. 



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THE WAR DANCE. 


FANCY that little white children don’t know that their red brothers like to dress up 
in grown-up people’s things just as much as they do. 

One day several little SIOUX Indian boys decided to have a war dance. They 

braided each other’s hair, and one little boy was so vain 

that, while his companion was braiding his hair, he kept 

admiring himself in a little piece of looking-glass that he 
held in his hand. After all had their hair finished, they 
put on the dance costumes just as they had seen their 
fathers do. Each wore the roach on his head, beads 
around his neck, and the belt; then each took his little 
bow and they started to have the dance. 

When the girls heard their little brothers playing out¬ 
side, they went to the doors of their lodges to watch 
them. Then the boys had to do their best, of course, to 
show the girls what brave warriors they were going to be. 
An old grandfather was sitting out-of-doors sunning him- 

o o o 

self; so the boys brought a tom-tom, and asked him to make music for them. Then 



KEPT ADMIRING HIMSELF IN A LITTLE 
PIECE OF LOOKING-GLASS. 







THE WAR DANCE. 


they danced the war dance in earnest—a true imitation of their fathers. They danced 
for several hours, until they were so tired they could dance no longer; then they re¬ 
tired to a tepee, which they made believe was their council house, and in council 
they decided that the little girls would surely have much more respect for them in 
the future. 



THE LITTLE GIRLS WOULD HAVE 
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TAKING CARE OF THE PONIES. 


QUT in the real wild West, where the PONCA Indians live when they are at home, 
there are bears, mountain lions, wolves, foxes, and many other wild animals, 
always roaming about in quest of food. 

Every evening, when it begins to get dark, the 
little boys have to go out and gather together all the 
horses, drive them to the village, and picket them 
for the night where the men can watch and keep 
them safe, not only from wild animals, but from 
Indians belonging to hostile tribes, out on horse¬ 
stealing expeditions. 

After the horses are safely picketed around 
camp, the small boys can play and have a good 
time; but they have to go to bed early because 
they have to be up very early in the morning. 
When the boys are all through with their breakfasts they drive the horses first to 
water for a drink, and then over to the canons where some of them are hobbled 
and allowed to feed all day. When the boys hobble their horses thev tie their front 
legs together down near the hoofs, so that the horses can only take short steps, and 
cannot run or wander off very far. 



THE WOLF. 




TAKING CARE OF THE PONIES. 


While the little boys are out herding they keep their bright little eyes wide open 
to see everything. Sometimes they shoot at the little prairie dogs with their bows and 
arrows ; but the prairie dogs have very bright eyes, too, and down they go into their 
little holes before the arrows can hurt them. 

Th e wise little owls live with the prairie dogs and they come out and sit near the 
holes watching for mice. The little boys shoot birds, rabbits, and various other small 
animals while they are out tending the horses. 

Sometimes when Indian mothers are very busy or want to visit, they hobble their 
little ones by tying their feet together, so that they can take short steps only. Then 
the babies can play out-of-doors, and the mothers are sure they cannot get very far 
away from home. 



THE WISE LITTLE OWLS. 









CUPYRIGnT, 1*»9, BY FREDERICK A. STOKES CO. PRINTEO IN AMERICA. 


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THE BABIES AND THE WOODPECKERS- 


0NE day two WINNEBAGO Indian mothers took their little baby boys and put them 
on a blanket to play together. They were two happy little children, and after 
they had finished the bowl of dinner their mothers had given them, they didn’t cry, 

but started playing with their little fingers and 
toes, and trying to catch the little stray rays 
of sunshine. 

They were sitting in the shade of a little 
sapling, and suddenly they heard a little “tap! 
tap ! ” against the tree. The babies looked all 
around, but they couldn’t see anything. Then 
they heard another, “ tap ! tap ! ” just like the 
first one. This time they looked at the tree, 
and, can you tell what they saw ? Two great, 
big woodpeckers, with great red heads. The babies thought they were such pretty 
birds, but they did not know what to say to them, and so were a little bashful; 
while the woodpeckers were very curious to know what new kind of animal they had 
found. 








THE BABIES AND THE WOODPECKERS. 


You see there weie no nice fat little worms in the young - tree, and so the birds 
may have thought that the children had a bowl full of their favorite food, and they 
had themselves come too late. 

Little Indian children learn to know wild animals very early. Sometimes the 
badgers come out of their holes to look at them, and then the children are very 
much frightened because badgers are wise animals and play many tricks on people. 

At night, when they he awake in their little beds, the children hear the wild geese 
talking to one another as they fly over the village. Then the mother tells them what 
bird is making the noise, and she also tells them, that when the geese fly south it 
will be too cold before very long for their babies to sit out of doors and when they 
fly toward the north, Spring is on the way with its beautiful sunshine. 



THE WILD GEESE TALKING TO ONE ANOTHER AS THEY FLY. 







COPYRIGHT, 1899, BY FREDERICK A. STOKES CO. 


PRINTED IN AMERICA. 


















HOW THE PUEBLO BOYS WERE FRIGHTENED. 


J^ITTLE Indian children, like their white brothers, have to be in bed early or their 
mothers tell them that the Indian bugaboo, which is a water spirit, will come after 
them. 

Sometimes the PUEBLO children, just like their white 
brothers, too, think their mothers are only trying to frighten 
them, when she reminds them of the time and tells them 
stories of how children are taken away, if they stay up late. 

One day some little boys were talking the bugaboo stories 
over, and they decided to try and see if their mothers were 
telling them true stories ; so, after they had been sent to bed, 
they were very quiet for awhile, but when their mothers 
weren’t watching, they slipped out. 

It was a lovely night and they thought they would go 
behind the houses and play awhile. I he boys were run¬ 
ning along, thinking of how they never again would be 
afraid of the water spirit, when, they all stopped short, 
so frightened, they could scarcely move. What do you 



IT WAS A LOVELY NIGHT. 


For a moment they were 
think they saw? There, 












































HOW THE PUEBLO BOYS WERE FRIGHTENED. 


coming out of a doorway, straight ahead of them, was one of those terrible water spirits 
their mothers had been telling them about. It was coming right after them, shaking a 
rattle. I- tell you those boys ran ! 

Several very much frightened boys reached their homes, and, after that, they were 
very glad to go to bed when it was time, for they never again wanted to be chased 
by another water spirit. 

But I will tell you a secret. There are no water spirits; and these small Indian boys 
were surprised by a PUEBLO man who had seen them steal away from their homes 
and had decided to frighten them. So he dressed up to look like the Indians’ pict¬ 
ures of a terrible water spirit from the Rio Grande river, and ran after the boys. 



ONE OF THOSE TERRIBLE WATER SPIRITS. 






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