To use the power of the bison, I had to perform that part of my vision for the people to see.

And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.

Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking.

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

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

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

I had a vision with which I might have saved my people, but I had not the strength to do it.