My Sister Alice was two years older than I and knew a lot. Lizzie was two years older than Alice and thought she knew it all. My great big sister did know everything. Mother knew all about God. Father knew all about the earth. I knew more than our baby,…
Three red bulls–sluggish bestial creatures with white faces and morose bloodshot eyes–made me long to get away from the village. But I could not: there was no boat. I knew the roof and the ricketiness of every Indian woodshed. This was the steepest roof of them all, and I…
When the Indians told me about the Kitwancool totem poles, I said: “How can I get to Kitwancool?” “Dunno,” the Indians replied. White men told me about the Kitwancool poles too, but when I told them I wanted to go there, they advised me–“Keep out.” But the thought of…
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