And When I Breathed, My Breath Was

When I Got Back To My Father And Mother And Was Sitting Up There In Our Tepee, My Face Was Still All Puffed And My Legs And Arms Were Badly Swollen; But I Felt Good All Over And Wanted To Get Right Up And Run Around.

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.

And If The Great Fear Had Not Come Upon Me, As It Did, And Forced Me To Do My Duty, I Might Have Been Less Good To The People Than Some Man Who Had Never Dreamed At All, Even With The Memory Of So Great A Vision In Me.

To Use The Power Of The Bison, I Had To Perform That Part Of My Vision For The People To See.

I Looked About Me Once Again, And Suddenly The Dancing Horses Without Number Changed Into Animals Of Every Kind And Into All The Fowls That Are, And These Fled Back To The Four Quarters Of The World From Whence The Horses Came, And Vanished.