A Voice from the Eastern Door
A Seneca Indian Tale
Continued from last week
“Saa-nee-haa, saa-nee-haa,” creaked the limbs, which made Raccoon think they were calling out, “Don’t do that!”
So Raccoon scampered up the tree and ran to the crossed limbs, which squeaked. He stood on both of them and then...
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