| | 144 | Author: | Zitkala-Sa | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Why I Am a Pagan  | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | WHEN the spirit swells my breast I love to roam leisurely
among the green hills; or sometimes, sitting on the brink of the
murmuring Missouri, I marvel at the great blue overhead. With half
closed eyes I watch the huge cloud shadows in their noiseless play
upon the high bluffs opposite me, while into my ear ripple the
sweet, soft cadences of the river's song. Folded hands lie in my
lap, for the time forgot. My heart and I lie small upon
the earth like a grain of throbbing sand. Drifting clouds and
tinkling waters, together with the warmth of a genial summer day,
bespeak with eloquence the loving Mystery round about us. During
the idle while I sat upon the sunny river brink, I grew somewhat,
though my response be not so clearly manifest as in the green grass
fringing the edge of the high bluff back of me. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 145 | Author: | Zitkala-Sa | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | An Indian Teacher Among Indians | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THOUGH an illness left me unable to continue my college
course, my pride kept me from returning to my mother. Had she
known of my worn condition, she would have said the white man's
papers were not worth the freedom and health I had lost by them.
Such a rebuke from my mother would have been unbearable, and as I
felt then it would be far too true to be comfortable. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 146 | Author: | Zogbaum, Rufus F. | Requires cookie* | | | Title: | Life at an Indian Agency | | | | Published: | 1994 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THE treatment of the aboriginal inhabitants of the territories
over which the government of the United States has extended its
sway during the last twenty-five years has been — and still
continues to be — one of the most difficult problems ever
encountered in the development of any great nation. Marching
eastward from the Pacific and westward from the turbid waters of
the Missouri, stretching in two thin blue threads from the "British
line" to the Mexican frontier, our gallant little army has steadily
closed in on the savages, "rounding up" the scattered tribes and
gathering them in upon the immense reservations of land set apart
for their use. The government has established agencies to
represent it with the various tribes with which it has made
treaties, and it is the object of this paper simply to describe the
life at one of these agencies. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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