The Great Spirit Is Everywhere; He Hears

Perhaps You Have Noticed That Even In The Very Lightest Breeze You Can Hear The Voice Of The Cottonwood Tree; This We Understand Is Its Prayer To The Great Spirit, For Not Only Men, But All Things And All Beings Pray To Him Continually In Differing Ways.

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

Sometimes Dreams Are Wiser Than Waking.

The Boys Of My People Began Very Young To Learn The Ways Of Men, And No One Taught Us; We Just Learned By Doing What We Saw, And We Were Warriors At A Time When Boys Now Are Like Girls.

Birds Make Their Nest In Circles, For Theirs Is The Same Religion As Ours.