Let every step you take upon the earth be as a prayer.

The Holy Land is everywhere.

At the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit. And that center is really everywhere. It is within each of us.

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

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.

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

The soldiers did go away and their towns were torn down; and in the Moon of Falling Leaves (November), they made a treaty with Red Cloud that said our country would be ours as long as grass should grow and water flow.