“Sacajawea (Lewis & Clark Expedition)” by Anna L. Waldo
The tropical emotion that has created a legendary Sacajawea awaits study by some connoisseur of American sentiments. Few others have had so much sentimental fantasy expended on them.
Clad in a doeskin, alone and unafraid, she stood straight and proud before the onrushing forces of America’s destiny: Sacajawea, child of a Shoshoni chief, lone woman on Lewis and Clark’s historic trek — beautiful spear of a dying nation.
She knew many men, walked many miles. From the whispering prairies, across the Great Divide to the crystal capped Rockies and on to the emerald promise of the Pacific Northwest, her story over flows with emotion and action ripped from the bursting fabric of a raw new land.
In the beginning
A mysterious relic in the Big Horn Mountains west of Sheridan, Wyoming, in Shoshoni country, is an elaborate circular pattern traced out in stone on a flat shoulder near the top of a 10,000 foot remote peak.
The Medicine Wheel has a circumference of two hundred forty-five feet, with twenty-eight spokes and six stone cairns spaced unevenly around its rim, and a seventh about fifteen feet from the wheel. These shelters are very low with a slab of rock across the top.
Trail names for trail angels
“Ah, that is it–Sac-a-ja-we-a! Bird Woman! You do look like a bird diving into the water. Sacajawea, that is your name!” Antelope danced around Grass Child.
Ten years in the writing, Sacajawea unfolds an immense canvas of people and events, and captures the eternal longings of a woman who always yearned for one great passion — and always it lay beyond the next mountain.
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