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Title: The talking leaves : an Indian story
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Stoddard, William Osborn, 1835-1925
Subjects: Indians of North America Children Conduct of life Friendship Hunting Outdoor life Fathers and daughters Reading Apache Indians
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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can do. Dolores could do a great deal, and wastherefore more than usually respectable; and she had quiteenough force of will to preserve her authority over two suchhalf-wild creatures as Ni-ha-be and Rita. You are late. Come in ! Tell me what it is ! Rita was as eager now as Ni-ha-be had been with herfather and Red Wolf; but even while she was talkingDolores pulled them both into the lodge. Talking leaves I Not Many Bears himself could have treated those poormagazines with greater contempt than did the portly damefrom Mexico. To be sure, it- was many a long year sinceshe had been taken a prisoner and brought across the Mexi-can border, and reading had not been among the things shehad learned before coming. Rita can tell us all they say, by-and-by, Mother Dolores. Let her, then. Ugh ! She turned page after page, in a doubtful way, as if itwere quite possible one of them might bite her, but sud-denly her whole manner changed. Ugh! Rita, exclaimed Ni-ha-be, the leaves have spoken toher.
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rita, the leaves have spoken to her/ The Talking Leaves. 29 She had certainly kissed one of them. Then she made aquick motion with one hand across her brow and breast. Give it to me, Rita! You must give it to me! Rita held out her hand for the book, and both the girlsleaned forward with open mouths to learn what could haveso disturbed the mind of Dolores. It was a picture. A sort of richly carved and ornamented door-way, butwith no house behind it, and in it a lady with a baby in herarms, and over it a great cross of stone. Yes, Dolores, said Rita, we will give you that leaf. It was quickly cut out, and the two girls wondered moreand more to see how the fingers of Dolores trembled as theyclosed upon that bit of paper. She looked at the picture again with increasing earnest-ness. Her lips moved silently, as if trying to utter wordsher mind had lost. Then her great fiery black eyes slowly closed, and theamazement of Ni-ha-be and Rita was greater than they couldhave expressed, for Mother

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