I Had A Vision With Which I

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

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.

And When I Breathed, My Breath Was Lightning.

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.

A Good Nation I Will Make Live.this The Nation Above Has Said.they Have Given Me The Power To Make Over.