Appears in exhibition catalog as entry no. [not numbered]
The season for GATHERING WILD RICE is a holiday-time with the Indian girls, when, laughing, singing, shouting, they leap in the light canoe, paddle away among the tall grain, and soon, proud of a full cargo, paddle back to shore, to renew the voyage over and over. They are quick, and they must be, for yonder are countless birds--yonder--everywhere--their rivals for the golden grain. The birds will have more than the girls, at last. These heavy-laden sheaves will be fruitless in three or four days, yes, all these drooping sheaves--drooping over millions of acres. Now some decorated warrior comes out on the Rice Lake, too--for sport--labor, not he% His squaw is with him; she paddles the canoe, while her lord--the smoke form his gun--his upward gaze--a wounded bird, falling from the sunset sky--these denote his occupation. [P. 6; exhibited under heading: "Section First."]
Scenes and Incidents of Stanley's Western Wilds. Washington: Printed at the Evening Star Office.