It's In The Darkness Of Men's Eyes

The Life Of An Indian Is Like The Wings Of The Air. That Is Why You Notice The Hawk Knows How To Get His Prey. The Indian Is Like That. The Hawk Swoops Down On Its Prey, So Does The Indian. In His Lament He Is Like An Animal. For Instance, The Coyote Is Sly, So Is The Indian. The Eagle Is The Same. That Is Why The Indian Is Always Feathered Up, He Is A Relative To The Wings Of The Air.

And I Saw That The Sacred Hoop Of My People As One Of Many Hoops That Made One Circle.

Out Of The Indian Approach To Life There Came A Great Freedom, An Intense And Absorbing Respect For Life, Enriching Faith In A Supreme Power, And Principles Of Truth, Honesty, Generosity, Equity, And Brotherhood As A Guide To Mundane Relations.

They Told Me I Had Been Sick Twelve Days, Lying Like Dead All The While, And That Whirlwind Chaser, Who Was Standing Bear's Uncle And A Medicine Man, Had Brought Me Back To Life.

My Friend, I Am Going To Tell You The Story Of My Life, As You Wish; And If It Were Only The Story Of My Life I Think I Would Not Tell It; For What Is One Man That He Should Make Much Of His Winters, Even When They Bend Him Like A Heavy Snow?