Let Every Step You Take Upon The

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.

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.

All Things Are Our Relatives; What We Do To Everything, We Do To Ourselves. All Is Really One.

Now Suddenly There Was Nothing But A World Of Cloud, And We Three Were There Alone In The Middle Of A Great White Plain With Snowy Hills And Mountains Staring At Us; And It Was Very Still; But There Were Whispers.

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.