The First Indian Paintbrush
Once upon a time, a Blackfoot maiden fell in love with a wounded prisoner she was attending. The maiden realized that her tribe was only nursing its captive in order to torture him later. She planned an escape of the prisoner, accompanying him for fear of the punishment for such a deed. After some time in her lover’s camp she grew homesick for a glimpse of her old camp. She finally went to the site of her old camp, hid in the nearby bushes Continue reading →