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The picture was her final treasure waiting to be packed for the journey. In whatever room she had called her own since childhood, there it had also lived and looked at her, not quite familiar, not quite smiling, but in its prim colonial hues delicate as some pressed flower
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ELMER VASQUEZ on 02 Mar 11While watching an old picture that seemed to show a subtle but beautiful at the same time
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Till yesterday a Crow Indian war-bonnet had hung next it, a sumptuous cascade of feathers; on the other side a bow with arrows had dangled; opposite had been the skin of a silver fox; over the door had spread the antlers of a black-tail deer; a bearskin stretched beneath it. Thus had the whole cosey log cabin been upholstered, lavish with trophies of the frontier; and yet it was in front of the miniature that the visitors used to stop.
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there were many ornaments that filled the walls, the shelves, game heads all from the frontiers, with spoils of war from the 'injuns'
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The crow Indians have one of the largest resevation from Southern Montana to the border of wyomi
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The war-bonnet is the head pice that is stereotype with the indians usually belong to the chief or medicine man, along with the bows & arrows is more than likely that the items were obtained through a battle.
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Its pale oval, of color blue and rose and flaxen, in a battered, pretty gold frame, unconquerably pervaded any surroundings with a something like last year's lavender.
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