Unabashed feminist author Catlin Moran lampooned women who did not identify as feminists in her book, How To Be a Woman.
To borrow a term from Dances, Catlin was a “big tatanka” in the 19th century.
Catlin died in 1872 and is buried in Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, but even that is fogged in doubt.
Unable to sell his Indian collection to Congress, Catlin went to Europe and was feted for a time for his exhibited work.
I have a collection of short stories that Mr. Catlin wrote of his adventures in Alaska.
Aided by Mr. Costell, Peter secured their prompt signing by Catlin, his long fight had ended in victory.
Mr. Catlin was born in Wyoming, Pennsylvania, and was for some years a practising lawyer.
Mrs. Catlin praised the arrangement, and then asked to be shown the wonderful machinery that was to do such great work.
Catlin, mounted on a "calico" mustang, as outrageous and bizarre as himself, dashed among them.
