Beginnings--Story-Telling--Ghost Dance-- Pigs--Lucius and Mabel
"Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty,
Hold me with Thy powerful hand:
Bread of Heaven,
Feed me till I want no more."
APRIL 9, 1896. We were singing it with might and main, lying on our backs on the top of the load, when suddenly the wagon stopped and Zotom, the Indian driver, alighted and unhitched the unequally-yoked together horse and mule.
A new white canvas tepee apart from the rest, facing the road over which we came instead of the east, bade us silent welcome.
As if by magic dogs sprang from the ground everywhere barking an alarm that brought from tepee and tent Indian men, women and children, decked in their brightest and best.
Shading their eyes they looked up--backed off a bit--and looked again. There we sat, "Stand-in-the-middle-of-the-road" ( Zotom's wife) and I, on a bed tick, on the summit of a
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Publication information: Book title: Kiowa:A Woman Missionary in Indian Territory. Contributors: Isabel Crawford - Author. Publisher: University of Nebraska Press. Place of publication: Lincoln, NE. Publication year: 1998. Page number: 13.
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