I believe I was in third grade at the time, and I remember being so moved by the story that my mother told me. Cherokee pictures
EDITOR'S NOTE: It is an unfortunate fact that most of the names native tribes are known by today were actually words given to those tr... Once when I was little, my mother told me a story...the Legend of the Apache Tears . Only darkness was everywhere. From nowhere we came, into nowhere we go. Native North American art
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These are Apache Tears. In the sneak attack, 50 of the Apaches were killed within minutes, while those that remained retreated to the edge of a cliff. The Man Who Helped the Eagles.