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Native American Heritage Month Books Worth Reading: Stealing Little Moon @scholastic

Stealing Little Moon: The Legacy of The American Indian Boarding Schools, by Dan Sasuweh Jones, (Sept. 2024, Scholastic Focus), $19.99, ISBN: 9781338889475 Ages 9-12 As we move into Thanksgiving week, I find myself thinking of Native American Heritage Month and what that means. Yes, it’s a celebration of Native American culture, contributions (like keeping colonists alive), language, and…

                    Generally two an aged man of some eighty summers.                   of them will be found together, an aged, Wrinkled and bent, puttering around the post                   wrinkled woman and a young one. Barefoot- seeking small coin from visitors, or being                   ed ...  

— result snippet, OCR cross-column confusion, involving “North-west Indian Handicrafters” and “Geronimo a Relic of the Frontier,” at Indian School Journal 7:9 (for July, August & September, 1907) : 32

in their entireties —

North-west Indian Handicrafters.       One of the features of a Puget Sound city are the Indian basket and grass work venders. At all seasons of the year they can be found seated, tailor fashion, on the sidewalks in front of some show window, their wares spread out about them.       They are women of the Puyallup, Vancouver or other Puget Sound tribes. Generally two of them will be found together, an aged, wrinkled woman and a young one. Barefooted, bareheaded and often hardly covered with their scanty dresses of bright-colored calico and pretty flaming shawls, they sit silent and stoical through all sorts of weather.       There is no begging or importuning of passers-by. The goods are there, displayed — buy them or not as you choose. Their baskets are of all sizes and all shapes and almost of all colors, woven from the sea grasses and swamp reeds gathered by the squaws; baby baskets, made generally of woven grass and fashioned to be carried on the back; mats woven of grass, and dozens of other such articles.       The squaws do the selling. They fix the prices and when bargainig is done it is they who do it, but generally standing near by, in a doorway, or on the edge of the sidewalk, is the short, fat, lazy buck, who pockets the cash and who, the same night, usually loses it at cards in the camp which is usually located near the water’s edge.       Shell work, bead work, bone and ivory carving are also arts practiced by the Puget Sound Indians, and the wares are always for sale in curio stores. The beauty of buying, however, is from the Indians themselves, and they know it. They know that the average curio buyer would prefer to buy his trinkets from the maker and they play on the fact by putting their prices as high, or higher, than that fixed by the regular dealer.       It is at hop-picking time that the Indian peddlers are the most plentiful, but they are to be found on the street, few or many, at almost any season.       Even in the dead of winter, it is not an unusual sight to see an old woman, perhaps 70 or 80 years of age, paddling with her bare feet through the half frozen snow and water to and from her camp on the water front. Coming she is carrying her bag of wares; going she will be lugging her supplies of food. — Tacoma (Wash.) Daily News

Geronimo a Relic of the Frontier.       Most writers who picturesquely mix their fact and fiction to paint pictures of the West that is no more, have overlooked the most genuine surviving relic of red days on the border. In a government “shack,” on the outskirts of Fort Sill, Oklahoma, thrives an aged man of some eighty summers. Wrinkled and bent, puttering around the post seeking small coin from visitors, or being loaned by the government as a drawing-card for “World’s Fairs” and other exhibitions, is this battered old redman, Geronimo, who baffled the armed force of the United States for years, whose pursuit and capture cost the taxpayers a million dollars, and nearly depopulated the territory of Arizona during his murdering, plundering raids of a generation ago. He is the last of the “bad Indians” who wrote red pages in this country’s history, and the most notorious of them all; this Apache whom General Miles declared with great sincerety [sic] was “the worst Indian that ever lived.” — Outing Magazine

“Published every month in the interests of the United States Indian Service and printed by Indian apprentices at the Indian Print Shop, Chilocco, Oklahoma”

How did the typesetter take this.

Department of the Interior. Office of Indian Affairs. Chilocco Indian School. “Potentially Harmful Content Alert”

The Indian School Journal, 1904-1926 https://catalog.archives.gov/id/1105265 more about the school (closed by congressional mandate in 1980) at https://catalog.archives.gov/id/10452421 (Administrative History Note)

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