My Indian Boyhood, New Edition

19 Nov

My Indian Boyhood, New Edition

My Indian Boyhood, New Edition

Luther Standing Bear

Language: English

Pages: 198

ISBN: 0803293348

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Although the traditional Sioux nation was in its last days when Luther Standing Bear was born in the 1860s, he was raised in the ancestral manner to be a successful hunter and warrior and a respectful and productive member of Sioux society. Known as Plenty Kill, young Standing Bear belonged to the Western Sioux tribe that inhabited present-day North and South Dakota. In My Indian Boyhood he describes the home life and education of Indian children. Like other boys, he played with toy bows and arrows in the tipi before learning to make and use them and became schooled in the ways of animals and in the properties of plants and herbs. His life would be very different from that of his ancestors, but he was not denied the excitement of killing his first buffalo before leaving to attend the Carlisle Indian School in Pennsylvania.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

as he could not yet tell whether the approaching man was friend or enemy. Closer the man came, hooting like an owl, until the scout could see that he was an enemy Indian trying to steal into the Sioux camp, which was some distance away in the woods. The scout was not pleased at meeting this enemy alone and was wishing that some of his friends were with him. However, he was brave and stood his ground. When the enemy came close to the tree behind which the scout was hidden, the Sioux sprang out so

saddles, bridles, beautifully painted robes, and other articles prized by the Sioux. Songs of praise were sung for Chief Hollow Horn Bear and for every song a gift was given to someone who was in need. At last everything was gone and Hollow Horn Bear went home a poor man, but with a satisfaction that made him happy. The exchange in goods that he had made for the trust of his people made him proud and more determined than ever to be brave. Generosity is a mark of bravery, so all Sioux boys were

some white people came among us and called a meeting of the parents. We children did not know what it was all about, but I sensed something serious, for my father was very thoughtful for a time. Then he asked me one day if I would like to go away with the white people. They had come after some boys and girls and wanted to take them a long way off to a place about which we knew nothing. I consented at once, though I could think of nothing else but that these white people wanted to take us far away

little Indian boy should know. When I was old enough to be put on a pony, he taught me to ride. He tied my pony to his with a rope and I rode this way until I had learned to handle the pony myself. When I had learned to ride, I went on short hunts with him and he taught me how to butcher small game. Finally, the eventful day came when I went on a buffalo hunt. That was an important day in my life when I went home to the tipi and told my mother I had killed a buffalo. She was proud of me and that

hunters line up behind the hills at the four directions and out of sight of the horses in the valley. Some of the hunters will show themselves over the top of the hill from one of the directions, say the north. The wild ponies naturally turn in the opposite direction, or south. Finding hunters coming over the hill there, the wild herd will turn in another direction. But finding themselves hemmed in will start circling in the center of the valley following their leader. After a while they will

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