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Tho indian woman is and always as it seems, has been the slave of the man. her life is not as easy yet withall it is a contented one (when?) fatigued she, like a tired animal, rests and then resumes her burden. They seldom if ever complain. the burden of life is accepted and carried without murmur. Sometimes (disponding?) overcomes them and then they resort to suicide but it seldom results from over work. She is expert in her line and is in fact the (purveyor?) of her family. When her lord and master has dropped from his shoulder the game he has taken, at the door of her wigwam or teepee his work is done and no new (unclear) today hers then commences but as a matter of fact hers has never ceased. In the depths of the Minnesota forest we once met a file of indians repairing to camp with the meat of a moose (Cena Canadiensir?) that the man, the leader of the family had killed he with his gun in hand lead the file then followed five or six squaws his wives and daughters loaded with meat like pack animals. When the recently appointed agent to the Crow and Dakota Sioux (land?) in Montana went to his new field the indians gathered about to see him and inspect his outfit. He was a batchelor and after looking on at the unpacking and lugging into the (home?) for a while the old Crow grunted very significantly and said "poor man he have no squaw to make his home and fire for him." The character of the women will be reached later. so we take up