As you walk upon the sacred earth, treat each step as a prayer.

Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.

Whether it happened so or not I do not know; but if you think about it you can see that it is true.

Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice.

The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours.

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.

And I say the sacred hoop of my people was one of the many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father.