Then my eye lit on th' fore quarters o' th' doe, 'n' I guess I throwed more twists laughin' than Erne did-for that there doe was shy a leg, hadn't but three legs; nigh fore leg gone midway 'tween knee and Dewclaw, shot off 'n' healed up Godo'mi'ty knows when.
"The Red-Blooded Heroes of the Frontier"
Edgar Beecher Bronson
The leaders, unlike those of other societies, did not carry flat sticks, but had reddened Dewclaw rattles, the Dewclaws being attached to the handle of the rawhide sphere.
"Societies of the Kiowas"
Robert H Lowie