CORRAL DUST 



lo Lodge and Mooseskin Lodge of the tribes, and 

 when, after the coming of the horse, the redmen 

 daubed and painted his mount in his ceremonials as 

 well. 



Also on the panels of his lodges he, like the white 

 man, has put on canvas in mural decorations the life 

 history of his race and tribe, of the courage, endurance 

 and skill of the warrior, hunter, and lawgiver who oc- 

 cupied them. Thus his lodges became the pantheon of 

 his immortelles and their deeds, — an object lesson dur- 

 ing the life-time of their glory. 



Another generation will see the obliteration of the 

 old yet fascinating customs of their ancestors. Their 

 art, their songs, their dances, their sincere understand- 

 ing love of nature, their simple direct communion 

 with the Great Spirit, their admirable tribal social 

 structure, their formerly healthy minds and healthier 

 bodies, will have passed away, and civilizitis will have 

 accomplished its deadly work. 



The medicine man under some conditions is some- 

 times even today brought in, and feigns to cure the sick 

 and avert death by performing certain contortions and 

 working his incantations. To some extent the old 

 rites and superstitions of the Indians still persist; the 

 tom-tom is their prayer, and they quite naturally cling 

 to their beautiful old legends and customs of bygone 

 days — days when they roamed meads and mountain 

 glens, when herds browsed on luxurious bunchgrass on 

 hilly slopes, and game abounded in every forest nook. 



Listen! An old Indian slowly rides his horse 

 through the avenue of tepees, and every now and then 

 gives vent to a strange weird exclamation, continuing 

 his calls to the end of the village and rides slowly back. 

 It is the Indian town crier, advising the village of 



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