Seventh Annual Report

Seventh Annual Report

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Seventh Annual Report Chapter 1 * * *

CONTENTS.

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REPORT OF THE DIRECTOR.

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Letter of transmittal XIII

Introduction XV

Field work XVI

Mound explorations XVI

Work of Prof. Cyrus Thomas XVIII

Explorations in stone villages XVIII

Work of Director J. W. Powell XVIII

Work of Mr. James Stevenson XXIV

Work of Messrs. Victor Mindeleff and Cosmos Mindeleff XXV

Work of Mr. E. W. Nelson XXVIII

General field studies XXVIII

Work of Dr. H. C. Yarrow XXVIII

Work of Mr. James C. Pilling XXX

Work of Mr. Jeremiah Curtin XXX

Office work XXX

Work of Prof. Cyrus Thomas XXX

Work of Mrs. V. L. Thomas XXXI

Work of Mr. James C. Pilling XXXI

Work of Mr. Frank H. Cushing XXXI

Work of Mrs. Erminnie A. Smith XXXI

Work of Mr. Charles C. Royce XXXII

Work of Dr. H. C. Yarrow XXXII

Work of Dr. Washington Matthews XXXII

Work of Mr. W. H. Holmes XXXII

Work of Mr. Victor Mindeleff XXXII

Work of Mr. Cosmos Mindeleff XXXIII

Work of Mr. E. W. Nelson XXXIII

Work of Col. Garrick Mallery XXXIV

Work of Mr. H. W. Henshaw XXXIV

Work of Mr. Albert S. Gatschet XXXIV

Work of Rev. J. Owen Dorsey XXXIV

Work of Mr. James Mooney XXXIV

Synonymy of Indian tribes XXXIV

Accompanying papers XXXVI

Linguistic families of North America

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