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

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.

I cured with the power that came through me. Of course, it was not I who cured,it was the power from the Outer World; the visions and ceremonies only made me like a whole through which the power could come to the two-leggeds. 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.

Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours.

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.

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

It is in the darkness of their eyes that men lose their way.