And As He Spoke Of Understanding, I

I Did Not Know Then How Much Was Ended. When I Look Back Now From This High Hill Of My Old Age, I Can Still See The Butchered Women And Children Lying Heaped And Scattered All Along The Crooked Gulch As Plain As When I Saw Them With Eyes Still Young. And I Can See That Something Else Died There In The Bloody Mud, And Was Buried In The Blizzard. A People's Dream Died There. It Was A Beautiful Dream.

The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles.

I Was Four Years Old Then, And I Think It Must Have Been The Next Summer That I First Heard The Voices.

And As He Spoke Of Understanding, I Looked Up And Saw The Rainbow Leap With Flames Of Many Colors Over Me.

You Remember That My Great Vision Came To Me When I Was Only Nine Years Old, And You Have Seen That I Was Not Much Good For Anything Until After I Had Performed The Horse Dance Near The Mouth Of The Tongue River During My Eighteenth Summer.