Cogewea, the Half-Blood

Mourning Dove

XXII Back to the Ranch It looks a far and fearful way— The trail from Now to Then— But time is telescoped today, A hundred years in ten. Badger Clark Cogewea stood on the veranda watching the dust-column approaching from the southeast. She was glad, in some ways, that the boys were coming home. The story of Green-blanket Feet had impressed her deeply. The tribal marriage! Why had Densmore insisted so strongly on this old rite; he a man of education and weal…