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Shoshoni in-laws,

The question seemed to decide or confirm something for Joe Walker. He replied sharply that he was going back to live with the Indians because ‘white people are too damn mean’.* He left soon afterwards, riding west, and

I was expecting a wealth of amateur historians, with an encyclopedic knowledge of the fur trade and fresh insights to borrow, but the first twenty people I talked to had never heard of Joe Walker. Reading history books, it turned out, was not a popular

Elmer M. Ellsworth, a special assistant to Governor Winship, was a member of this hand-picked jury.

As his collar indicated, 10 was indeed dead. He had been shot by a local man named Chad McKittrick, who, after being arrested and charged with a federal offense for shooting an endangered animal, claimed he had thought he was shooting a feral dog. It wasn’t the perfect crime; a friend of McKittrick’s had disposed of 10’s collar in a culvert filled

When he was thirty-two years old, Thomy Lafon was listed in the 1842 city directory as a merchant. His mother was born a free woman in Haiti and had arrived with other migrants post-revolution. Lafon grew wealthy through real estate. The Holy Family nursing home was the result of one of many of his charitable donations made in service of Black peop

Or, sous le toit de la même baraque, un autre pilote écrivait. Son aspect était singulier. Il portait une gandourah luisante d'un long usage. Une barbe hirsute encadrait sa figure ronde au nez relevé, au front bombé, aux yeux fixes d'oiseau de nuit. Il venait d'être nommé chef d'aéroplace à Juby. Il devait y rester dix-huit mois de suite. Il s'appe

Moses built one pool in Harlem, in Colonial Park, at 146th Street, and he was determined that that was going to be the only pool that Negroes—or Puerto Ricans, whom he classed with Negroes as “colored people”—were going to use. He didn’t want them “mixing” with white people in other pools, in part because he was afraid, probably with cause, that “t