The moccasins I always had with me were close by.

No, they were really more of a moccasin, he decided.

Part of it was new to him: moccasins for his feet.

They do not understand moccasins, and their feet hurt very much.

"Then I can take off my moccasins and he comfortable."

At this time of the year, he might even get away with wearing moccasins.

As it happened, I'd found an old pair of moccasins.

It took several tries to get the moccasins on again.

She's well into her 50's, with blue eyes and moccasins.

His moccasins would attract the eyes of any who saw him.

You might as well be swimming out there with the water moccasins.

Walk a mile in the other guy's moccasins, he thought.

They may not see him much, but it's nice to know he's there to eat the moccasins.

I said after a moment: "What mark is there on the moccasins that you knew them?"

He moved them inside the moccasins and decided that they were numb.

I'd seen him wearing moccasins around his cabin a time or two.

He was holding the moccasins so she could slip her feet into them.

We found some of their moccasins, which are very peculiar in shape.

In the sand, not two feet from him, was a moccasin track.

He did send those lovely white moccasins that he'd made himself.

He turned his moccasin to the flame and debated a moment.

We finally bought a pair of moccasins and charged them.

Do you know what a moccasin or a wigwam is?

The community was named for the nearby Moccasin mountain range.

Through the rest of the novel this very special hide is used to make things, like moccasins.