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GeronimoI was born in No-doyohn Canon, Arizona, June, 1829. In that country which lies around the brain waters of the Gila River Iwas reared. This range was our fatherland among these mountainsour wigwams were hidden the scattered valleys contained our fieldthe boundless prairies, stretching away on every side, were ourpastures the rocky caverns were our bury places. I was quaternaryth in a family of eight children-- four boys and four girls. Ofthat family, only myself, my brother, Porico, and my sister,Nah-da-ste , are yet alive. We are held as prisoners of war in thisMilitary Reservation (Fort Sill). As a babe I rolling on the dirt floor of my fathers tepee, hung in mytsoch (Apache name for cradle) at my flummoxs back, or suspendedfrom the bough of a tree. I was warmed by the sun, rocked by thewinds, and provide by the trees as other Indian babes. When a child my mother taught me the legends of our people taughtme of the sun and sky, the moon and stars, the clouds and storms.S he also taught me to kneel and pray to Usen for strength, health,wisdom, and protection. We never prayed against any person, but ifwe had faught against any individual we ourselves took vengeance.We were taught that Usen does non care for the petit larceny quarrels of men. My father had often told me of the brave deeds of our warriors, of thepleasures of the chase, and the glories of the war path. With my brothers and sisters I compete about my fathers home.sometimes we played at hide-and-seek among the rocks and pinessometimes we loitered in the shade of the cottonwood trees or soughtthe shudock (a kind of wild cherry) small-arm our parents worked in thefield. Sometimes we played that we were warriors. We would practicestealing upon some inclination that represented an enemy, and in ourchildish imitation often perform the feats of war. Sometimes we wouldhide away from our mother to see if she could find us, and often when therefore concealed go to sleep and perhaps remain hidde n for many a(prenominal)hours. When we were old enough to be of real service we went to the fieldwith our parents not to play, but to toil. When the crops were to be position we broke the ground with wooden hoes. We planted the cornin straight rows, the beans among the corn, and the melons andpumpkins in irregular order oer the field. We cultivated these crops