I Had A Vision With Which I

Grandfather, Great Spirit, Once More Behold Me On Earth And Lean To Hear My Feeble Voice.

The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles.

My Friend, I Am Going To Tell You The Story Of My Life, As You Wish; And If It Were Only The Story Of My Life I Think I Would Not Tell It; For What Is One Man That He Should Make Much Of His Winters, Even When They Bend Him Like A Heavy Snow?

Everything An Indian Does Is In A Circle, And That Is Because The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles, And Everything Tries To Be Round. In The Old Days When We Were A Strong And Happy People, All Our Power Came To Us From The Sacred Hoop Of The Nation, And So Long As The Hoop Was Unbroken The People Flourished.

The Life Of An Indian Is Like The Wings Of The Air. That Is Why You Notice The Hawk Knows How To Get His Prey. The Indian Is Like That. The Hawk Swoops Down On Its Prey, So Does The Indian. In His Lament He Is Like An Animal. For Instance, The Coyote Is Sly, So Is The Indian. The Eagle Is The Same. That Is Why The Indian Is Always Feathered Up, He Is A Relative To The Wings Of The Air.