Remington, Indians around Camp Fire, 1908
That night the secret societies held meetings, the Foxes, the Warclubs, the Big-dogs, the Muddy-hands, the Fighting-bulls, and others. Bright fires blazed and crackled among the pines, and drums were going all night long. I wished with all my heart that I might belong to one of these secret societies. I thought most of the Foxes, and I looked with longing eyes at their firelit lodge, where men spoke of things I did not know. But I was yet only a boy.
Colonel Richard Irving Dodge, Our Wild Indians: Thirty-Three Years Personal Experience
That night the secret societies held meetings, the Foxes, the Warclubs, the Big-dogs, the Muddy-hands, the Fighting-bulls, and others. Bright fires blazed and crackled among the pines, and drums were going all night long. I wished with all my heart that I might belong to one of these secret societies. I thought most of the Foxes, and I looked with longing eyes at their firelit lodge, where men spoke of things I did not know. But I was yet only a boy.
Colonel Richard Irving Dodge, Our Wild Indians: Thirty-Three Years Personal Experience
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