Everything Tries To Be Round.

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?

It Is In The Darkness Of Their Eyes That Men Lose Their Way.

You Remember That My Great Vision Came To Me When I Was Only Nine Years Old, And You Have Seen That I Was Not Much Good For Anything Until After I Had Performed The Horse Dance Near The Mouth Of The Tongue River During My Eighteenth Summer.

The Sky Is Round, And I Have Heard That The Earth Is Round Like A Ball, And So Are All The Stars. The Wind, In Its Greatest Power, Whirls. Birds Make Their Nests In Circles, For Theirs Is The Same Religion As Ours.

The Soldiers Did Go Away And Their Towns Were Torn Down; And In The Moon Of Falling Leaves (november), They Made A Treaty With Red Cloud That Said Our Country Would Be Ours As Long As Grass Should Grow And Water Flow.