A Bath in the Little Big Horn

Indian trails are no longer worn deep through the prairie sod, they have

been growing ever more dim and indistinct. It is to-day, the “thin red

line,” a swift gathering of all that is left, in the gloaming, after the

sunset.

[The Crown of Eagle Feathers]

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