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Crow Chiefs in Washington. 1880. Standing - A. M. Quivey, Two Belly, A. R. Keller, and Tom Stewart. Seated - Old Crow, M...
12/02/2023

Crow Chiefs in Washington. 1880. Standing - A. M. Quivey, Two Belly, A. R. Keller, and Tom Stewart. Seated - Old Crow, Medicine Crow, Long Elk, Plenticus [Plenty Coups], and Pretty Eagle. Photo by C.M. Bell. Source - Montana Historical Society.

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Mr. and Mrs. White Moon, Cheyenne. Montana. Early 1900s. Photo by N.A. Forsyth. Source - Montana Historical Society.
12/01/2023

Mr. and Mrs. White Moon, Cheyenne. Montana. Early 1900s. Photo by N.A. Forsyth. Source - Montana Historical Society.

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Nez Perce baby? Late 1800s. Photo possibly by Rutter of North Yakima, Washington
11/27/2023

Nez Perce baby? Late 1800s. Photo possibly by Rutter of North Yakima, Washington

A PARENTS WORST NIGHTMARE ........Losing a child and having to bury them. A man lost his son and couldn’t bare the thoug...
11/25/2023

A PARENTS WORST NIGHTMARE ........
Losing a child and having to bury them. A man lost his son and couldn’t bare the thought of living without him. He was suffering and couldn’t believe his son was gone. He cried and cried every day and night, missing his son, wishing things were different.
He couldn’t sleep and hadn’t slept in a long time. One night an old medicine man came to him in a dream and told him “Enough!! That’s enough crying!!” The dad told him “I cannot stop, I am never going to see him again!” The old Medicine man said, “Do you want to see him again?” The dad says “yes of course” the old medicine man takes him to the entrance of happy hunting ground where he sees many little beautiful children, so happy and innocent, carrying eagle feathers into the happy hunting grounds, smiling and laughing and just so beautiful. The dad asks “where is my son? Who are these kids?” The old medicine man said “these are the children that are called home early, they are innocent and loved and they go right through to the happy hunting grounds, so happy” the dad says “and my son? Where is he? Why isn’t he with these children?” The old medicine man said, “come this way” and guided him to the side of entrance. A small boy with a beautiful smile was standing there watching all the children enter the happy hunting grounds. He was standing there within reach of an eagle's feather. His dad grabbed him and hugged him, and the boy kissed his dads' cheeks and told him he missed him. The dad said “why don't you have a eagles feather like the other kids? Why are you waiting here at the entrance?”
The boy said “I keep trying to get the eagle feather Daddy, but your tears pull it out of reach. I see you are so sad, and I am tied to that feeling so I wait here until you’re ok” the dad burst out crying for the last time, he told his son, “Get that eagle feather and go, I will be ok, and I know you will be too”
- Don't cry too long for that loved one you lost, whether son, daughter, husband, mother or father!! Let them rest in peace, don't torment your life, because they won't come back, have faith that you will be together again, and that Creator makes us a beautiful home with all our loved ones when we leave this world.

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GERONIMO.......On this day, February 17th, 1909 Geronimo dies of pneumonia at age 80, while still a captive of war at Fo...
11/23/2023

GERONIMO.......On this day, February 17th, 1909 Geronimo dies of pneumonia at age 80, while still a captive of war at Fort Sill, Oklahoma.~ This rare cabinet card Image shows the great Apache Resistance leader leaning against a tree. photographed by William E. Irwin, Chickasha, Indian Territory with inscription in period script on the cards reverse, "Jeronamo (sic), from the Apache tribe, now in captivity at Ft. Sill.”~ "We are vanishing from the earth, yet I cannot think we are useless or Usen would not have created us. He created all tribes of men and certainly had a righteous purpose in creating each. For each tribe of men Usen created He also made a home. In the land created for any particular tribe He placed whatever would be best for the welfare of that tribe. When Usen created the Apaches He also created their homes in the West. He gave to them such grain, fruits, and game as they needed to eat. To restore their health when disease attacked them He made many different herbs to grow. He taught them where to find these herbs, and how to prepare them for medicine. He gave them a pleasant climate and all they needed for clothing and shelter was at hand. Thus it was in the beginning: the Apaches and their homes each created for the other by Usen himself. When they are taken from these homes they sicken and die.How long will it be until it is said, there are no Apaches?" ~ Geronimo, 1906.Geronimo often spoke of his desire for his people's eventual return to their ancestral homelands in Arizona. Tragically, his life ended at Fort Sill, Oklahoma far away from the beloved lands he had been forcefully taken from and imprisoned by the United States Government for defending. ~ Bedonkohe Apache leader Geronimo [Goyaałé], Mescalero-Chiricahua

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Lozen – Apache War Woman & ProphetLozen, the younger sister of famous Apache Chief Victorio, was a skilled warrior, sham...
11/21/2023

Lozen – Apache War Woman & Prophet
Lozen, the younger sister of famous Apache Chief Victorio, was a skilled warrior, shaman, and prophet of the Chihenne Chiricahua Apache.
Lozen was born in about 1840 in Apacheria, which consisted of New Mexico, Arizona, and Northern Mexico. As a young girl, she showed little interest in the traditional roles of men and women and spent most of her time with her brother Victorio. She began riding horses at the age of seven, and soon, she could outrun any of the men. She also learned how to use a war club, spear, bow, and rifle from her brother. When she reached the age of her womanhood ceremony, she was courted by many men but let it be known that she would never marry. Instead, she undertook and succeeded at the hardship of a dikohe or a warrior in training. Afterward, the Council accepted her, and she became a warrior.

She also studied medicine and became a renowned medicine woman with extensive knowledge of the medicinal properties of plants and minerals. By the time she was 20-years-old, she had also become an expert at stealing horses, which earned her the name of Lozen, which means “dextrous horse thief.”

Fighting alongside her brother and other warriors, she participated in warrior ceremonies and often sat in on council ceremonies. When riding with the warriors, she was said to have been gifted with the ability to detect the movement of her enemies. To use this gift, she performed a ritual in which she sang, extended her arms, and turned in a circle until the palms of her hands tingled, a sign that let her know from which direction they were approaching. Armed with this knowledge, Lozen would help her people avoid capture. She was not the only woman warrior in her band. Dahteste, a member of the Chokonen band of the Chiricahua Apache, was a companion of Lozen on many raids.

Victorio formed a band of Eastern Chiricahua and Mescalero, numbering some 300, and began to retaliate against the Army. Those military officers who fought against Victorio regarded him as a sound tactician and a leader of men. However, by 1869, Victorio and his band were driven out of their lands west of New Mexico’s Black Mountain, subdued, convinced to move to a new reservation near Ojo Caliente, New Mexico. In 1869, they were settled near Fort Craig, New Mexico waiting for the completion of the reservation. Instead, they were moved to the deplorable conditions of the San Carlos Reservation in Arizona.

In 1877, Lozen joined her brother in leading 300 warriors, women, and children back to their home in Ojo Caliente, New Mexico. Immediately, the Army tried to force them back, and soon, the warriors, including Lozen, began marauding and raiding while evading capture by the military.

As Victorio and his warriors held off the cavalry, Lozen took the women and children ahead; the women and children were too scared to cross the turbulent Rio Grande. Immediately, the other women and the children followed her into the raging river.
Lozen spoke to James Kaywaykla’s grandmother when they reached the far riverbank. “You take charge, now,” she said. “I must return to the warriors.”

Late in Victorio’s campaign, Lozen left the band to es**rt a new mother and her newborn baby across the Chihuahuan Desert from Mexico to the Mescalero Reservation. Equipped with only a rifle, a cartridge belt, a knife, and a three-day food supply. Traveling through territory occupied by Mexican and U.S. Cavalry forces, she used her knife to kill a longhorn in fear that a gunshot would betray their presence.

She then stole a Mexican cavalry horse for the new mother, escaping through a volley of gunfire, and stole a vaquero’s horse for herself. She also acquired a soldier’s saddle, rifle, ammunition, blanket and canteen, and even his shirt. Finally, she delivered her charges to the reservation.

Two years later, most of the Apache were sent to another reservation, but Victorio and his warriors continued fighting against their oppressors. In 1880, Victorio was killed in the Battle of Tres Castillos in northeastern Chihuahua. It is said that he fell on his own knife rather than die at the hands of the Mexicans.

Knowing the survivors would need her, Lozen immediately left the Mescalero Reservation and rode alone southwest across the desert, threading her way undetected through the U.S. and Mexican military patrols. She rejoined the decimated band in the Sierra Madre in northwestern Chihuahua, led by the 74-year-old patriarch Nana. Lozen and a small band of warriors began raids across New Mexico and Arizona in revenge.

Eventually, Lozen and her warriors joined forces with prominent Apache War Chief Geronimo in the last campaign of the Apache Wars. Lozen and another woman warrior named Dahteste then began negotiating peace treaties. One negotiating term was that the Apache leaders would only be imprisoned for two years before being freed. Though the American leaders dismissed the peace treaty, Lozen and Dahteste continued to negotiate.

In the meantime, the Apache rebels continued to resist until it was revealed that the Chiricahua had been rounded up and sent to Florida. In 1886, Geronimo and the rest of his followers agreed to surrender and laid down their arms. Five days later, Geronimo, Lozen, Dahteste, and the rest of the warriors were on a train bound to swampy prisoner camp Florida.

Later, Lozen traveled as a prisoner of war to Mount Vernon Barracks in Alabama. Like many other imprisoned Apache warriors, she died in confinement of tuberculosis on June 17, 1889. She is said to be buried in Alabama in an unmarked grave.

In their world, the Comanches were very sociable and capable of fine humor. They were also inclined to be good-natured i...
11/21/2023

In their world, the Comanches were very sociable and capable of fine humor. They were also inclined to be good-natured in their lives but the Comanches were especially generous.
The Texas state legislator and Indian agent Robert Simpson Neighbors had been seen as a principled and honorable protector of native rights given by treaty. In the 1840's, he visited with Comanches in their homelands and spent time to understand them. In 1847, he became a special Indian agent with a federal appointment and participated in several councils with Comanches. Neighbors observed that Comanches had a high-spirited way about them and seemed to approach life with passion. In 1853, the Indian agent Robert Neighbors also penned the following about the generosity of the Comanche people:
"From the liberality with which they dispose of their effects" on ceremonial occasions, "it would induce the belief that they acquire property merely for the purpose of giving it to others."

Unique hand colored cabinet photograph. It is entitled "Two Comanche Women, Fort Sill, Oklahoma Territory, circa 1890. By George A. Addison, Fort Sill photographer.

"We Indians know about silence. We are not afraid of it. In fact, for us, silence is more powerful than words. Our elder...
11/21/2023

"We Indians know about silence. We are not afraid of it. In fact, for us, silence is more powerful than words. Our elders were trained in the ways of silence, and they handed over this knowledge to us. Observe, listen, and then act, they would tell us. That was the manner of living.

With you, it is just the opposite. You learn by talking. You reward the children that talk the most at school. In your parties, you all try to talk at the same time. In your work, you are always having meetings in which everybody interrupts everybody and all talk five, ten or a hundred times. And you call that ‘solving a problem’. When you are in a room and there is silence, you get nervous. You must fill the space with sounds. So you talk compulsorily, even before you know what you are going to say.

White people love to discuss. They don’t even allow the other person to finish a sentence. They always interrupt. For us Indians, this looks like bad manners or even stupidity. If you start talking, I’m not going to interrupt you. I will listen. Maybe I’ll stop listening if I don’t like what you are saying, but I won’t interrupt you.

When you finish speaking, I’ll make up my mind about what you said, but I will not tell you I don’t agree unless it is important. Otherwise, I’ll just keep quiet and I’ll go away. You have told me all I need to know. There is no more to be said. But this is not enough for the majority of white people.

People should regard their words as seeds. They should sow them, and then allow them to grow in silence. Our elders taught us that the earth is always talking to us, but we should keep silent in order to hear her.

There are many voices besides ours. Many voices…”

-Ella Deloria

Ernestine Blueback and Betty Jo Buffalohead in dance clothes, at the dance grounds in White Eagle, Oklahoma - Ponca - 19...
11/20/2023

Ernestine Blueback and Betty Jo Buffalohead in dance clothes, at the dance grounds in White Eagle, Oklahoma - Ponca - 1947

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11/20/2023

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Dull Knife – Northern Cheyenne ChiefThe life of Dull Knife, the Cheyenne Chief, is a true hero tale. He is a pattern for...
11/20/2023

Dull Knife – Northern Cheyenne Chief
The life of Dull Knife, the Cheyenne Chief, is a true hero tale. He is a pattern for heroes of any race, simple, child-like yet manful, and devoid of selfish aims or love of gain.
Dull Knife was a chief of the old school. Among all the Indians of the plains, nothing counts save proven worth. His courage, unselfishness, and intelligence measure a man’s caliber. Many writers confuse history with fiction, but in Indian history, their women and old men, and even children witness the main events. Not being absorbed in daily papers and magazines, these events are rehearsed repeatedly with few variations. Though orally preserved, their accounts are therefore accurate. But they have seldom been willing to give reliable information to strangers, especially when asked and paid for.
Racial prejudice naturally enters into the account of a man’s life by enemy writers, while one is likely to favor his race. I am conscious that many readers may think I have idealized the Indian.
Therefore I will confess now that we have too many weak and unprincipled men among us. When I speak of the Indian hero, I do not forget the mongrel in spirit, false to the ideals of his people. Our trustfulness has been our weakness, and when the vices of civilization were added to our own, we fell heavily.
It is said that Dull Knife was resourceful and self-reliant as a boy. He was only nine years old when his family was separated from the rest of the tribe while on a buffalo hunt. His father was away and his mother busy, and he was playing with his little sister on the banks of a stream when a large herd of buffalo swept down upon them on a stampede for water. His mother climbed a tree, but the little boy led his sister into an old beaver house whose entrance was above water, and here they remained in the shelter until the buffalo passed and their distracted parents found them.
Dull Knife was a youth when his tribe was caught in a region devoid of game and threatened with starvation one winter. Heavy storms worsened the situation, but he secured help and led a relief party a hundred and fifty miles, carrying bales of dried buffalo meat on pack horses.
Another exploit that made him dear to his people occurred in battle when his brother-in-law was severely wounded and left lying where no one on either side dared to approach him. As soon as Dull Knife heard of it, he got on a fresh horse and made so daring a charge that others joined him; thus, under cover of their fire, he rescued his brother-in-law and in so doing, was wounded twice.

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