Word: woodenly
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...experienced by both whites and Native Americans. Part of the curriculum is devoted to Northern Cheyenne culture and its complex language, which is still spoken by a few elders but almost no students. For decades, reservation schools were strictly English-only. The chairman of the Dull Knife board, John Wooden Legs, 60, remembers the punishment for speaking Cheyenne: "I had to kneel on beans for half an hour or stand in a corner with a bar of soap in my mouth...
...million budget provided mostly by the Federal Government, his school operates on a thin shoestring indeed. But Chief Dull Knife College perseveres, holding out hope for a new generation of Northern Cheyennes. More than half its graduates now go on to four-year schools. One of them is Jennifer Wooden Legs, 29, daughter of the college-board chairman, whose academic career was postponed by five horrific years of meth addiction. ("Very awful stuff, very hard to get over," she says.) Jennifer, a single mother, will graduate next June, and plans to study psychology at Montana State University in Billings...
...there have been forgers, crafty hucksters who seize on a believer's desire to possess material proof of the divine. In Jerusalem, it is a bountiful trade. The old adage is that if all the splinters of the True Cross were gathered from across Christendom, it would yield a wooden crucifix the size of a Manhattan skyscraper. Even back in the Middle Ages, pilgrims visiting Jerusalem told of hawkers who sold counterfeit bones and relics of saints...
...where Lebanese monks enjoy their mobile phones and Mercedes Benz cars, and into the silence of the valley. Now, he spends his days on a tight schedule: 14 hours of prayer, 3 hours working in the vegetable garden, 2 hours studying mystical texts, and 5 hours sleeping on a wooden board with a stone under his head. "At the beginning it is difficult," he said, "But now I can't sleep with a pillow...
...under water by Ike. A moldy black water line high on the yellow siding shows where the water had crested, perhaps as high as 15 feet. The green storm shutters had held, but had been blown open and the water flooded into the home. The back bedroom's wooden floor had collapsed. Somewhere in the hole she hopes to find her husband's treasured sextant from his seafaring days...