Lone Bull's Mistake: A Lodge Pole Chief Story, is the account of Black Otter, a Pikuni (or 'Blackfoot') Indian cast out from his tribe for breaking the hunting rules and forced to wander the wilderness in search of redemption.

Rising Wolf, the White Blackfoot: Hugh Monroe's Story of His First Year on the Plains tells the true story of Hugh "Rising Wolf" Monroe, who came to the Blackfoot country when he was 16 and took part in buffalo hunts, accompanied war parties, saw parts of the United States no white man had ever seen before and helped make peace between the Crows and Blackfeet. Monroe died at ninety-eight and his body lies in Two Medicine Valley, "in full sight of that great sky-piercing height of red rock on the north side of Two Medicine Lake, which we named Rising Wolf Mountain."

James Willard 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. His work is important because it contains first-hand accounts from Native Americans which he recorded and wove exciting biographical narratives around. The James Willard Schultz Collection includes the four books Schultz is best known for - Bird Woman (Sacajawea) the Guide of Lewis and Clark: Her Own Story Now First Given to the World, Lone Bull's Mistake: A Lodge Pole Chief Story, Rising Wolf, the White Blackfoot: Hugh Monroe's Story of His First Year on the Plains and Apauk, Caller of Buffalo.

Bird Woman is historian James Schultz's biography of Sacajawea culled from the first-hand accounts of various elderly Native Americans who personally knew her. Schultz weaves together the key events in Sacajawea's story, from her traumatic childhood and adolescence, being captured and taken away from her home by a raiding party of Minnetaree, to her unhappy marriage to the interpreter Toussaint Charbonneau, through to her life assisting in Lewis and Clark's exploration of the Pacific Northwest.

Sinopah, the Indian Boy is the true story of a Blackfoot Indian Boy who later became the great chief Pitarnakin, the Running Eagle.

In the Great Apache Forest is the true story of 17-year-old white settler George Crosby who being too young to serve his country in France during World War I becomes a member of the forest service in Arizona, where he encounters troublesome outlaws and helps to rout them with the help of a Hopi boy and his tribal elders. The Apache National Forest covered most of Greenlee County, Arizona southern Apache County, Arizona, and part of western Catron County, New Mexico. It was a rare, untouched place, far from the nearest railroad, and boasted grizzly bears, black bears, mule deer and Mexican whitetail deer, and wild turkeys and blue grouse in great numbers.

Blackfoot boy Apauk longs to be a buffalo caller, the member of the tribe responsible for luring buffalo to a death trap concealed beyond the edge of a cliff. Apauk endures many tests, some of them heartbreaking, before he learns the 'medicine' or secret to being a master of the herd. This is his story.

An entertaining travelogue of a 1901 float trip on the Missouri River along the route of Lewis and Clark. Also a valuable collection of stories, memories, and Indian legends that Schultz and his Blackfeet wife shared in their years together on the Northern Plains. An enjoyable read and a remarkable, first-hand account of what happened on the American frontier in the years after Lewis and Clark.

This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book. ++++ The below data was compiled from various identification fields in the bibliographic record of this title. This data is provided as an additional tool in helping to ensure edition identification: ++++ Rising Wolf, The White Blackfoot: Hugh Monroe's Story Of His First Year On The Plains James Willard Schultz Houghton Mifflin, 1919 Siksika Indians

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ... I saw its tail drop Come on." That was a certain sign. When a deer of this variety is alarmed and runs, it invariably raises its short, white-haired tail, and keeps swaying it like the inverted pendulum of a clock; but if even slightly wounded by the hunter, it instantly claps its tail tight against its body and keeps it there. " Here is blood " Pitamakan called out, pointing to some red spots on the snow. They were just a few scattering drops, but I consoled myself with thinking that an arrow does not let out blood like a rifle-ball because the shaft fills the wound. We soon came to the edge of the fir thicket. Beyond, the woods were so open that we could see a long way in the direction of the deer's trail. We dropped to a walk, and went on a little less hopefully; the blood-droppings became more scattering, and soon not another red spot was to be seen--a bad sign. At last we found where the deer had ceased running, had stopped and turned round to look back. It had stood for some time, as was shown by the well-trodden snow. Even here there was not one drop of blood, and worst of all, from this place the deer had gone on at its natural long stride. "It is useless for us to trail her farther," said Pitamakan dolefully. " Her wound is only a slight one; it smarts just enough to keep her traveling and watching that we don't get a chance for another shot." I felt bad enough, but Pitamakan felt worse, because he thought that he should have made a better shot. " Oh, never mind," I said, trying to cheer him. "There are plenty of deer close round here, and it is a long time until night. Go ahead. We'll do better next time." " I am pretty tired," he complained. " Perhaps we had better go to camp and start out rested to-morrow." I had not...