Everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the power of the world always works in circles.

So I took the bright red stick and at the center of the nation's hoop I thrust it in the earth.

The song and the drumming were like this: Behold, a sacred voice is calling you; All over the sky a sacred voice is calling.

If I thought that I was doing it myself, the hole would close up and no power could come through. Then everything I could do would be foolish.

It is hard to follow one great vision in this world of darkness and of many changing shadows. Among those men get lost.

The Great Spirit is everywhere; He hears whatever is in our minds and our hearts, and it is not necessary to speak to Him in a loud voice.

I was four years old then, and I think it must have been the next summer that I first heard the voices.