![]() ![]() ![]() Ours were the people of the blue air and the green woods, and ours the faith that taught men to live without greed and to die without fear. Ours was the race that taught the world that avarice veiled by any name is crime. Ours was the race that gave the world its measure of heroism, its standard of physical prowess. My aim, my joy, my pride is to sing the glories of my own people. Think they pay me a compliment in saying that I am just like a white woman. "Never let anyone call me a white woman," she said. I do it with a special insight, for I am charged with a message from Tekahionwake herself. The little silver token she gave me then is not to be gauged or appraised by any craftsman method known to trade.įrom that day, twenty odd years ago, our friendship continued to the end, and it is the last sad privilege of brotherhood to write this brief comment on her personality. It was a wolf scene, and Tekahionwake, quickly sensing the painter's sympathy with the Wolf, claimed him as a Medicine Brother, for she herself was of the Wolf Clan of the Mohawks. ![]() We met at the private view of one of my own pictures. ![]() HOW WELL I remember my first meeting with Tekahionwake, the Indian girl! I see her yet as she stood in all ways the ideal type of her race, lithe and active, with clean-cut aquiline features, olive-red complexion and long dark hair but developed by her white-man training so that the shy Indian girl had given place to the alert, resourceful world-woman, at home equally in the salons of the rich and learned or in the stern of the birch canoe, where, with paddle poised, she was in absolute and fearless control, watching, warring and winning against the grim rocks that grinned out of the white rapids to tear the frail craft and mangle its daring rider. A Celebration of Women Writers The Shagganappi.Īuthor of "Flint and Feather," " Legends of Vancouver," ![]()
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