This book is a thrilling Indian story written by a famous old-time frontiersman James Willard Schultz, (1859 to 1947). Schultz was a noted author, explorer, Glacier National Park guide, fur trader and historian of the Blackfoot Indians. 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. Schultz is most noted for his prolific stories about Blackfoot life and his contributions to the naming of prominent features in Glacier National Park. Story of a maiden warrior of the Blackfoot tribe. The story of an Indian girl who became the acknowledged leader of her tribe. As a little girl Otaki asked for bows and arrows rather than for dolls. Her father, who loved her dearly, indulged her in her wishes. and taught her to hunt like a boy. When both father and mother were taken by death, she again turned back to the hunting, providing the game for her brothers and sisters and following the war path to avenge her father's death. Disapproval of her course finally gives way and she is highly honored by her tribe, and like the young men who prove themselves worthy, she is given a warrior's name. Running Eagle.

Partial summary. The fictionalized account of a Blackfoot horse raid on a Kalispel band camped by Flathead Lake. Probably based on a true incident. Running Eagle, a Blackfoot warrior girl, was a member of the war party. The incident would have occured in the 1840's.

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. 1919 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIV TO THE SAND HILLS ONE thing was sure: Running Eagle had not gone to war, else she would have got a medicine man to pray for her during her absence. I believed that she had started for the Two Medicine River caves in the cliff, there to fast and sacrifice to the gods and pray them to allow her to become White Quiver's woman. But I said nothing to any one about it, not even to my own mother and father. If she had gone there I did not want her to be trailed, especially not by White Quiver, for I feared that his sorrowful face and his pleadings might overcome her, and well I knew that to disobey the gods' commands would mean the end for her. Days passed. Almost a whole moon went by and the first snow of winter whitened the ground. More and more Running Eagle's sisters and brothers and my father and mother worried about her long absence, and White Quiver, thinking ever of her, praying to see her again, could eat and sleep but little and lost most of his flesh. I alone kept up my courage, my faith that she was safe and well and would in time return to us. And I was right. One evening after a warm, black wind had melted the snow from the ground and the air was almost that of the vanquished summer, our door curtain was thrust aside and Running Eagle entered, knelt beside my mother, and embraced her. "Now, you gods, thanks, thanks, for my almost-daughter's safe return!" my mother cried. "To see you again here with us makes this one of my most happy nights!" my father told her. "Almost-sister," said I, "never once did I doubt but you were safe and would return to us. I never mentioned it to any one, but I believed that you had gone back to that river cave in the cliff to fast and pray." "That is where I went," she told us. "Seven...

This Is A New Release Of The Original 1919 Edition.

Told by Blackfeet elders to James Willard Schultz over ninety years ago. An intriguing story of a girl who preferred the life of a warrior and earned her place as a chief.