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Beautifully illustrated, this is the story of Sinopah, a young boy of the Blackfoot Confederacy, who became the great chief Pitamakan (Running Eagle).If you like this book, please search for "James Willard Schultz Native American Collection".James Willard Schultz, (born August 26, 1859, died June 11, 1947) was a noted author, explorer, Glacier National Park guide, fur trader and historian of the Blackfoot Confederacy. While operating a fur trading post at Carroll, Montana and living amongst the Pikuni tribe during the period 1880-82, he was given the name "Apikuni" by the Pikuni chief, Running Crane. Apikuni in Blackfoot means Spotted Robe.

J. W. Schultz (1859–1947) was an author, explorer, and historian known for his historical writings of the Blackfoot Indians in the late 1800s, when he lived among them as a fur trader. In 1907, Schultz published My Life as an Indian, the first of many future writings about the Blackfeet that he would produce over the next thirty years. Schultz lived in Browning, Montana. In 1913, Schultz published the true story "Sinopah, the Indian Boy"--Schultz was a Plains veteran, and this book is “real stuff,” vivid and exciting, with the value that comes from firsthand knowledge.This is a true story of a Blackfoot Indian Boy who afterward became the great chief Pitarnakin, the Running Eagle. The story is an interesting one holding the attention throughout. It gives a history of the life and customs of the Indian child life and development. Schultz married an Indian woman and lived for a long time with the Blackfoot tribe. His story of this little Indian boy is thus made doubly interesting. In describing a camp site area known as the Buffalo trap, Schultz writes: "The lodges were set up in a very heavily timbered bottom that was sheltered on the north by a high sandstone cliff several miles long. This place the Blackfeet called the Pis-kan, or, as we would say, "The Trap" for here they were wont to decoy and kill—when everything was right—a whole herd of buffalo at one time. The last time the tribe had been there, Sinopah was so young that he did not know what was being done, but since then he had heard of the wonderful way in which the animals were there lured to their death, and he was very anxious to see it all. . . ." ContentsI. SINOPAH GETS HIS NAMEII. SINOPAH AND SINOPAHIII. SINOPAH AND HIS PLAYFELLOWSIV. SINOPAH'S ESCAPE FROM THE BUFFALOV. THE CLAY TOYSVI. THE STORY OF SCARFACEVII. THE BUFFALO TRAPVIII. SPINNING TOPIX. SINOPAH'S FIRST BOWX. TRACKING A MOUNTAIN LIONXI. SINOPAH JOINS THE MOSQUITO SOCIETY

It was a great many years ago, in the time of the buffalo, that Sinopah was born, and it was on a warm, sunny day in June that he first saw the light of the sun, to which he was afterward to make many a prayer. The great camp of the Blackfeet was pitched on the Two Medicine River, one of the prettiest streams in all Montana. Only a few miles to the west of the camp the sharp peaks of the Rocky Mountains rose for thousands of feet into the clear blue air. To the north, and south, and east the great plains stretched away to the very edge of the horizon, and they were now green with the fresh grasses of spring.Those were wild days in which Sinopah was born. The plains were covered with buffalo and antelope; in the mountains and along the rivers were countless numbers of elk, deer, bighorn, moose, black and grizzly bears, wolves, and many smaller animals. So it was that the Blackfeet were very rich. They had always plenty of meat and berries, soft robes and furs, and with their many horses they roamed about on their great plains and hunted, and were happy.

"This is the Story of Sinopah, a Blackfoot Indian boy; he who afterward became the great chief Pitamakan, or, as we say, the Running Eagle. I knew Pitamakan well; also, his white friend and partner in many adventures, Thomas Fox. Both were my friends; they talked to me much about their boyhood days, so you may know that this is a true story."Contents: Sinopah gets his Name Sinopah and SinopahSinopah and his Playfellows Sinopah's Escape from the Buffalo The Clay Toys The Story of Scarface The Buffalo Trap Spinning Top Sinopah's First BowTracking a Mountain Lion Sinopah joins the Mosquito Society

Sinopah the Indian Boy by James Willard SchultzThis is the Story of Sinopah, a Blackfoot Indian boy; he who afterward became the great chief Pitamakan, or, as we say, the Running Eagle. I knew Pitamakan well; also his white friend and partner in many adventures, Thomas Fox. Both were my friends; they talked to me much about their boyhood days, so you may know that this is a true story.It was a great many years ago, in the time of the buffalo, that Sinopah was born, and it was on a warm, sunny day in June that he first saw the light of the sun, to which he was afterward to make many a prayer. The great camp of the Blackfeet was pitched on the Two Medicine River, one of the prettiest streams in all Montana. Only a few miles to the west of the camp the sharp peaks of the Rocky Mountains rose for thousands of feet into the clear blue air. To the north, and south, and east the great plains stretched away to the very edge of the horizon, and they were now green with the fresh grasses of spring. The mile-wide valley of the Two Medicine lay like a great gash in the plain, and several hundred feet below it. Along the shores of the stream there was a belt of timber: big cottonwood trees, with bunches of willow, service berry, and rose-brush growing under them. Elsewhere the wide, level bottoms were splotched with the green of lowland grass and the pale silver-green of sweet sage. Thousands of horses grazed on these bottoms and out on the near plains; the Blackfeet had so many of the animals that they could not count them all in a week's time. There were more than five hundred lodges, or wigwams, in the camp, and they were strung along the bottom, just outside of the timber belt, for several miles. Each lodge was the home of one or two families, the average being eight persons to the lodge, so there were about four thousand people in this one camp of the three tribes of the Blackfeet Nation.Those were wild days in which Sinopah was born. Fort Benton, owned by the American Fur Company, was the only white settlement in all Montana. The Blackfeet owned all of the country from the Saskatchewan River, in Canada, south to the Yellowstone River, and from the Rocky Mountains eastward for more than three hundred miles. The plains were covered with buffalo and antelope; in the mountains and along the rivers were countless numbers of elk, deer, bighorn, moose, black and grizzly bears, wolves, and many smaller animals. So it was that the Blackfeet were very rich. They had always plenty of meat and berries, soft robes and furs, and with their many horses they roamed about on their great plains and hunted, and were happy.

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