George Bird Grinnell

George Bird Grinnell

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Portrait of George Bird Grinnell George Bird Grinnell Blackfeet Indian Stories

Was it the Snakes following his trail? Mīka ́pi strung his bow and drew his arrows from the quiver. He waited.
No, it was not a Snake; it was a bear, a big grizzly bear, standing there looking down at Mīka ́pi. "What is my brother doing here?" said the bear. "Why does he pray for life?"
"Look at my leg," said Mīka ́pi; "swollen and sore. See my wounded arm; I can hardly hold the bow. Far away is the home of my people, and my strength is gone. Surely here I must die, for I cannot walk, and I have no food."
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Portrait of George Bird Grinnell George Bird Grinnell Blackfeet Indian Stories

This is why I say that I alone am chief. I can never die. It is true the winter makes me old and weak, but every summer I grow young again.
"What one of all the animals is the smartest?" the Sun went on. "It is the raven, for he always finds food; he is never hungry. Which one of all the animals is the most to be reverenced? It is the buffalo; of all the animals I like him best. He is for the people; he is your food and your shelter. What part of his body is sacred? It is the tongue; that belongs to me. What else is sacred? Berries.
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Portrait of George Bird Grinnell George Bird Grinnell Blackfeet Indian Stories

COLD MAKER'S MEDICINE
The last lodge had been set up in the Blackfeet winter camp. Evening was closing over the travel-tired people. The sun had dropped beyond the hills not far away. Women were bringing water from the river at the edge of the great circle. Men gathered in quiet groups, weary after the long march of the day. Children called sleepily to each other, and the dogs sniffed about in well-fed content.
Lone Feather wrapped his robe more closely around him and walked slowly from his lodge door and from the camp, off toward the north.
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