I Had A Vision With Which I

You See, I Had Been Riding With The Storm Clouds, And Had Come To Earth As Rain, And It Was Drought That I Had Killed With The Power That The Six Grandfathers Gave Me.

I Think I Have Told You, But If I Have Not, You Must Have Understood, That A Man Who Has A Vision Is Not Able To Use The Power Of It Until After He Has Performed The Vision On Earth For The People To See.

Even The Seasons Form A Great Circle In Their Changing, And Always Come Back Again To Where They Were. The Life Of A Person Is A Circle From Childhood To Childhood, And So It Is In Everything Where Power Moves.

But I Think I Have Done Right To Save The Vision In This Way, Even Though I May Die Sooner Because I Did It; For I Know The Meaning Of The Vision Is Wise And Beautiful And Good; And You Can See That I Am Only A Pitiful Old Man After All.

They Told Me I Had Been Sick Twelve Days, Lying Like Dead All The While, And That Whirlwind Chaser, Who Was Standing Bear's Uncle And A Medicine Man, Had Brought Me Back To Life.