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thank you for the great work you do to save the lives of so many of these animals. I pull many dogs from kill shelters that use gas and heartstick as their cruel way of disposing of the loving pets. anything I can do to help, please let me know?? Are you on facebook?

I am an old woman now. The buffaloes and black tail deer are gone, and our Insian ways are almost gone. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I ever lived them.

My little son grew up in the white man's school. He can read books, and he owns cattle and has a farm. He is a leader among our Hidatsa people, helping teach them to follow the white man's road.

He is kind to me. We no longer live in an earth lodge, but in a house with chimney's, and my son's wife cooks by a stove.

But for me, I cannot forget our old ways.

Often in Summer I rise at daybreak and steal out to the corn fields, and as I hoe the corn I sing to it, as we did when I was young. No one cares for our corn songs now.

Sometimes in the evening I sit, looking out on the big Missouri. The sun sets, and dusk steals out over the water. In the shadows I seem again to see our Indian village, with smoke curling upward from the earth lodges, and in the river's roar I hear the yells of the warriors, and the laughter of the little children as of old.

It is but an old woman's dream. Then I see but shadows and hear only the roar of the river, and tears come into my eyes. Our Indian life, I know, is gone forever.

                                                                                  Waheenee
                                                              Hidatsa ( North Dakota )

 

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