Sinopah the Indian Boy

It was a great many years ago in the time of the buffalo that Sinopah was born and it was on a warm sunny day in June that he first saw the light of the sun to which he was afterward to make many a prayer. The great camp of the Blackfeet was pitched on the Two Medicine River one of the prettiest streams in all Montana. Only a few miles to the west of the camp the sharp peaks of the Rocky Mountains rose for thousands of feet into the clear blue air. To the north and south and east the great plains stretched away to the very edge of the horizon and they were now green with the fresh grasses of spring.. Those were wild days in which Sinopah was born. The plains were covered with buffalo and antelope; in the mountains and along the rivers were countless numbers of elk deer bighorn moose black and grizzly bears wolves and many smaller animals. So it was that the Blackfeet were very rich. They had always plenty of meat and berries soft robes and furs and with their many horses they roamed about on their great plains and hunted and were happy.