Christina Forbes

I read this book at the age of 10 when we lived in northern California, on a small ranch, seven miles up a dirt road. My four cousins and I plus my brother and sister had many adventures in the fields and woods. This book inspired us to use the patterns to make mocassins and bows and all of the other things the author drew. And to camp out in the fields down by the stream. While we were in prime western cowboy country, I never identified with cowboys, but with the Indians of this book. I sought to emulate how they walked through the woods, silently, not stepping on branches to avoid the snap of a broken branch. I was always a bit disappointed that the role for females was to be a squaw who had no adventures. I ignored the fact of my sex and imbued the lore of the Indian males and the two little boys in the book. At 77 I still try to walk as silently as possible on city streets, even just today. I have searched for this book for decades and never thought to Google the title!! And I am thrilled to find it and Ernest Thompson Seton's other books.