- Where are you going? Huck-a-bah pi-e qua? - I am going away off. Man-e-to meah-bike-quay. - Is there water there? Pah mah-bah kar-ra ah? - There is water there. Pah kar-ra. A Few words in the Utah and Sho-sho-ne dialects : alphabetically arranged D.B. Huntington (1808-1879) G.S.L. City, UT :...
"Because of her, we think and create. Because of her, we make songs. Because of her, the designs appear as we weave. Because of her, we tell stories and laugh. We believe in old values and new ideas. Hayoołkáałgo Sisnaajiní bik'ehgo hózhónígo naashá" — Luci Tapahonso, "This Is How They Were...
In celebration of Native American Heritage Month, the Edward Curtis photographic collection will be on view for an exclusive showcase in the Rare Books Classroom on Thursday, November 18 from 4:00 – 6:00 PM. Space will be limited to 40 people and reservations will be...
“No man can concentrate his attention upon evil, or even upon the idea of evil, and remain unaffected. To be more against the devil than for God is exceedingly dangerous. Every crusader is apt to go mad. He is haunted by the wickedness which he...
“If one wanted to find an absolute beginning point, a creation story, for California’s two greatest transformations of the world, these experiments with horse and camera would be it." — Rebecca Solnit, River of Shadows (2003) "Arrangement of the cameras for taking the illustration of the paces" The...
“This Guffawgraph is intended to form a refuge for destitute wit — an asylum for the thousands of orphan jokes — the millions of perishing puns, which are now wandering about without so much as a shelf to rest upon!” — Punch, Volume 1 (1841) Punch, or the London...
“What kind of idea are you? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accommodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody-minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool notion that would rather break than sway with the breeze?...
“She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness...
“But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late....