| 41 | Author: | Pokagon, Simon | Add | | Title: | Simon Pokagon on Naming the Indians | | | Published: | 1995 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | I have read with much interest the article
in the March number of your magazine on "Naming the Indians," which
I have regarded for many years as of vital importance to the future
of our race. The instructions therein given by T. J. Morgan,
Commissioner of Indian Affairs, to Indian agents and
superintendents of government Indian schools, I consider, in view
of our citizenship, of the utmost importance, and ought to have
been construed as obligatory upon teachers and superintendents in
government schools in naming their pupils, as to naming Indian
employees to be appointed as policemen, judges, teamsters,
laborers, etc. In looking over the names published in the article
referred to of pupils at the Crow Agency boarding school, Montana,
I really felt in my heart that most of their surnames, translated
from their language into English unexplained, might well be taken
for a menagerie of monstrosities. Think of it—such names for
girls as Olive Young-heifer, Lottie Grandmother's-knife, Kittie
Medicine-tail, Mary Old-jack-rabbit, Lena Old-bear, Louisa Three-wolves, and Ruth Bear-in-the-middle. And then such names for boys
as Walter Young-jack-rabbit, Homer Bull-tongue, Robert Yellow-tail,
Antoine No- hair-on-his-tail, Hugh Ten-bears, Harry White-bear, Levi Yellow-mule, etc. | | Similar Items: | Find |
44 | Author: | Porter, Eleanor H. | Add | | Title: | Pollyanna | | | Published: | 1998 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | MISS POLLY HARRINGTON entered her kitchen a
little hurriedly this June morning. Miss Polly did
not usually make hurried movements; she specially
prided herself on her repose of manner. But to-day
she was hurrying—actually hurrying. | | Similar Items: | Find |
47 | Author: | Porter, Eleanor H. | Add | | Title: | Just David | | | Published: | 2000 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | Far up on the mountain-side stood alone in the clearing. It was
roughly yet warmly built. Behind it jagged cliffs broke the north
wind, and towered gray-white in the sunshine. Before it a tiny
expanse of green sloped gently away to a point where the mountain
dropped in another sharp descent, wooded with scrubby firs and
pines. At the left a footpath led into the cool depths of the
forest. But at the right the mountain fell away again and
disclosed to view the picture David loved the best of all: the
far-reaching valley; the silver pool of the lake with its ribbon
of a river flung far out; and above it the grays and greens and
purples of the mountains that climbed one upon another's
shoulders until the topmost thrust their heads into the wide dome
of the sky itself. | | Similar Items: | Find |
49 | Author: | Porter, Eleanor H. | Add | | Title: | Mary Marie | | | Published: | 1998 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | Father calls me Mary. Mother calls me Marie. Everybody else
calls me Mary Marie. The rest of my name is Anderson. I'm thirteen
years old, and I'm a cross-current and a contradiction. That is, Sarah
says I'm that. (Sarah is my old nurse.) She says she read it once — that
the children of unlikes were always a cross-current and a contradiction.
And my father and mother are unlikes, and I'm the children. That is, I'm
the child. I'm all there is. And now I'm going to be a bigger
cross-current and contradiction than ever, for I'm going to live half the
time with Mother and the other half with Father. Mother will go to
Boston to live, and Father will stay here — a divorce, you know. | | Similar Items: | Find |
50 | Author: | Porter, Eleanor H. | Add | | Title: | Pollyanna Grows Up | | | Published: | 1998 | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | Description: | DELLA WETHERBY tripped up the somewhat imposing steps of her sister's
Commonwealth Avenue home and pressed an energetic finger against the
electric-bell button. From the tip of her wingtrimmed hat to the toe of
her low-heeled shoe she radiated health, capability, and alert decision.
Even her voice, as she greeted the maid that opened the door, vibrated
with the joy of living. | | Similar Items: | Find |
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